"I mean what happens later? Is everyone supposed to just do this crap forever? It's just running in circles." And shit she can't even talk about this. There's no point to this place because maybe no one's getting in now, but someone'll get in eventually. Maybe not this year or in five years or maybe she'll be dead or whatever when it happens, but it's going to happen eventually. This place is going to get swallowed up. This place and everywhere else until there isn't anything left.

She shifts back sharply. Shrugs him off and angles her shoulders out from the weight of his arms. "Okay. It's fine," she says, jamming the heels of her hands against her eyes. Smooths her hair back. "I'm cool."