Chimera Fields you're just a line in a song.

Penn rolled his eyes when she argued his point. It took some willpower not to inform her she was, of course, wrong. There was a difference. A very obvious difference. And she'd would see if it she weren't so god damn self-centered. But, he was being humble, and vulnerable. Now was not the time to push her by pointing out her flaws, of which there were many.

She grew quiet then. Penn found it to be rather alarming. He frowned as he studied her face, trying to figure out what she was thinking. What came out of her mouth made him stifle a laugh. Not at first--at first, his heart ached for her and whatever trauma she'd suffered that had turned into this dark cloud of misery. He wondered where they would be now if he hadn't acted like such a cowardly little prick back then. If he'd asked her to come with him instead of panicking that he was about to be the one abandoned when they'd visited her family. Would she have suffered like she had? Would it be their son instead of hers?

All useless thoughts. But I digress. The part that made him laugh was when she informed him she couldn't say it back. He had never expected her to, and the explanation she gave to him now was as though she thought he did. He considered correcting her, but he hesitated, struck by the last words from her mouth.

I don't blame you if you don't.

That was when Penn knew for sure he was still at least somewhat susceptible to delusion. There was something in that statement that said something to him, though he was positive he was misreading the situation--There was a real chance she'd be disappointed if he didn't. After everything he'd said, all he'd revealed himself to be. She still wanted him to follow.

Penn hesitated for only a moment.

"Which direction we headed?"