"Cause sometimes people fuck up." Saturday pats her softly. "Even good people fuck up. It's not the end of the world. And you won't be alone forever. You said yourself, people want to be with you, and you push them away. So why would people stop seeing someone worth caring about?"

She sighs, not sure how much comfort to give. If this was home, she could promise a lot of things, easily.

"You're not gonna be alone here," is all she can promise. "I'll get both of us out, one way or another. That's a promise."

She'll get more than just them out, she realizes with a certain resignation, or die trying.