She doesn’t pull away. It doesn’t feel like a massive revelation either, but maybe that’s on how overwhelming it is to consider being anywhere in the universe, anywhere at all, and still treating life like it’s winner take all.

And apprehension, maybe, at abandoning something she’s good at when there’s little alternative lined up.

“It’s okay,” she replies. “It was just... shooting Edward, and I had a conversation with Ellie and realized how broken she is. And that stupid ranch, it was boring but it was a life where I was surviving on my own terms and not watching the world around me shrink...”

She shakes her head. She feels hideous somehow, the list of things happening to her mounting, the ability to do anything with it just out of reach.

“And you’ve been crazy patient through all this. I know I’m not exactly open.”