Otter Creek that what you wanted to hear?

She gave a brief shrug in response, blinking. She hadn't said it to flatter him, but if he deemed it necessary to feel that way, then. . .whatever, she supposed. It was a strange interaction, the lingering tension between the two of them, and yet to Maegi it felt like a homecoming of sorts. Why was that?

Fuck her. Ah, something she could identify with. Bitterness. Maegi nodded curtly, gritting her teeth as she thought of the young woman, her pelt ablaze. Who had wreaked such havoc on her home. . .

(Yet, hadn't Mou brought her here in the first place? Dear sweet Mou, blameless in her eyes for so long—)

Too quiet, she remarked, her voice casual. Slender, scarred face devoid of emotion, she stared at Kalganov for a long moment of silence. Then, Why didn't you come back?

Why do they all leave?