Redhawk Caldera This transmission is almost certainly of Daedric nature.

His fear cut more deeply than any fangs; it was for her, this fear, and for the chaos she had brought upon them. For a moment she could not answer. Every attempt splintered into another harrowed sob. When he gripped her she pulled him close, as close as he would come, and finally the words found her:

We have to go. We have to leave, Ana began to pull him away, with her if he would come. To the coast. To the island. They would be safe there. Come on, let's - I'll tell you when it's safe - we have to go. She couldn't stay. Not a moment longer. If Ponyboy would not come, then she would leave alone.

But she didn't want to.