"Mhm," she affirms, not moving to separate for the moment, "he fucks with your head. Doesn't matter if it's people who are alive and here, or dead and back home. He uses them against us."

Which makes this entire endeavour about as sensible as cuddling a bomb, frankly.

"I sort of... I thought I could avoid it if I just didn't care about people, for a bit. But I don't know if I can not care about people. I think I just..."

Darcy sighs, "I don't know. It's probably going to bite me in the ass. But I'm just not that scared of him. Not scared enough that having friends and shit isn't still worth it."