"Yeah," Lucy sighed. It didn't inspire much hope in her, but she'd always been one to concentrate on other people's needs, their problems, so selfless that she became selfish with it. That people sometimes vanished together, or in close proximity of each other, and children with parents, was the one small kindness they were granted where disappearances were concerned, and it was something to be grateful for; she, though, she was the one always left behind, who couldn't even be sent back with the one person whose life hers had revolved around for so long. Even with him gone, there was no one in the world who meant as much to her as Max had, and there never would be, either. For her to be kept here, separate from him most likely forever, seemed cruel, more so than this place usually bothered to be.

Then there were the others, too. Gert. Ryan. Meg, Ainsley, Toby. Jude, too, no matter how pleased she had been when he'd gone the first time. Everyone left, sooner or later, and all she could do was steel herself for it, something she tried time and time again with minimal success.

"I know I won't be," she added after a moment, as if to clarify what she'd meant before, though that hadn't actually been what she was referring to. "Logically, I couldn't be. That wouldn't make sense. It won't be everyone who goes, just all the people close to me." There was a warning on the tip of her tongue, likely evident just in the way she held herself, like she was dangerous, something not to be gotten near for his own good, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. Ishiah meant too much to her already for that, and that seemed to only ensure his inevitable departure.