I don't know if I want to talk about it. I probably don't, really.

[ it'd be so much easier if she could bury her head in the sand and pretend none of that ever happened. but the reality keeps spinning in her head like a bad dance number, and keeping it in is only helping her feel worse.

she leans back, sliding down on her seat like she would rather melt away and evaporate into the ether. ]

What if we go back to Snowfield and... I don't know, someone else got the Grail?