The Sentinels ageless beauty

the expression on his face when he sees her — ha. she should have expected it, but she hadn't, and the stab of hurt that unexpectedly arcs through her quickly turns to white-hot anger. his questioning is only fuel to the flame. she snaps almost before the last word leaves his mouth: they're gone, gone just like you wanted to be. her expression hardens. the tribes are gone and they're gone — not that i expect you to care.