Blacktail Deer Plateau Fell apart south of Salt Lake

Contrary to what one might think, Raleska's anger was a welcome change from the apathy that she'd displayed earlier.  Anger Rosalyn was both familiar and comfortable with, and she rose to meet it intently.  

There's no one alive who can answer what you want for you, and if you let them try, they'll fail.  She put it baldly, and let out a short huff of laughter too.  It wasn't genuine, and was slightly jaded, but at least she was getting somewhere here.  I have no clue what I want, outside of to hold this shit together and not lose what I have left.  So I'm asking you.  Rusalka was never ours.  It was always hers, and now she's gone, what next?. It did not seem as though Raleska had true feeling for this place outside of some sort of loyalty to the idea.  Legacy was such a shit concept - all it did was tie you to some unwelcome burden of obligation.  If this place meant more to her than that, now was her chance to voice it.

What do you want?