Saturday processes this. She takes a sip from her canteen as she does. Then she nods a little.

"That's - familiar." She's gotta roll the concept around in her head a bit, see what pieces fall into which slots in her own understanding of the universe, but end of the day she knows this story. Lived some parts of it, too. "The nails that stick up, get hammered down. Mind you," she says, offering Stacia her water for lack of anything stronger, "best make sure they stay hammered, or they're gonna rip an artery right open, first chance they get. Yeah?"