That's a good question. What does he do. What does she do? She has no idea and that's sort of scary in a way. Liberating in another. She has nothing to run from. The people here are kind enough. She has a hive, tip top of the building just like she thought he might like. Not easy to run from, but easy to defend. She doesn't have the answer he craves, but maybe that's the answer.

"I don't know. Based on your current behavior, you're going to either decide I'm real and in which case, we both cry some more because we're emotional idiots. You decide I'm not real and I sit beside you until you feel hungry, thirsty, or tired. Beyond those two option, it's hard to say. We pick ourselves back up. We stay by each other. Same thing we've always done."

Her lips curl into a smile she's not sure she feels. It doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"Just without the specter of the highbloods. Without the rest of them. ...It'll be hard. You and I lived, for some definition of it. It'd be easier to do it together."