[It’s hard not to think that way when your continued existence cost a bunch of lives in the first place. The weird shit going on here feels like more of the same, which is why the path this conversation’s taken is starting to form a familiar leaden weight of guilt in the pit of her stomach.

Yeah, it sucks they’re in this mess. It’s fucking unfair that they have to deal with it, but you know what? She’s tired of being the one along for the ride on this sort of thing. If there’s one small blessing in the fact that it’s her dealing with things here and now instead of Max, it’s that she can give her a break from shouldering all the supernatural weirdness herself. It’s a desperate little feeling of determination.]

“No permanent solution”? How could you even know that? I’m tired of seeing reality breaking itself over and over again and I’m not gonna give up until we make it stop.