I wouldn't say I miss it. But it... felt simpler. Like... we knew who they were and what they did and how to fight them. This is... it's like punching the darkness or something.

[ It's frustrating and hard and difficult, especially when people die. Especially when they lose people. It radiates off of her, but it's suffused by his presence. Turned into something lower level, bearable. A sense of belonging. ]

We made it back, though. Right?