Cerulean Cape make the dark feel darker than before

As was her word, Dinah had gone as far as the cape with @Heda and @Simeon. She saw them off when she knew the isle would soon come into view in the distance, for she knew, somewhere inside of her, that she could not stomach it if her eyes laid upon it once more.
Would she ever, one day, be able to go back? To visit her father, to— she did not know. Did not want to think of his skin turning to rust, the bones beneath it.
She keeps her distance from @John, and she knew well it was unnecessarily vindictive of her to do so. But his face, his smile, his preaching of a God who had so clearly abandoned her — a cruel God, a merciless God, an ugly God. He had pillaged and stolen and murdered in cold blood.
There was no reason for this suffering, was there? There was no beauty in it, no great pink-and-white relief and joy waiting on the other side of the Redhawks' dark tunnel. It was only bleak; so bleak, so very bleak, as she pulls @Ava Amara to her side with the crack of a wrist and listens to the tormented call of the ocean she had been baptized in.
They would wait here until they received an answer, and for now, Dinah sits with the hope that soon; soon, there will be three bodies that come back across the bridge.