This isn't mercy. It's a void in Abby's chest where the anger lived, suddenly sapped out. She feels numb, counts her breaths as Ellie shivers above her and wipes away a smear of blood. Everything hurts, but not enough to keep her churning thoughts at bay. They are still connected, hand to shivering wrist.

Ellie is saying something; Abby zeros back in on her over the tide.

"Okay," she says, quiet and final. "Stay there."

Hurts to get up. She feels like she got dragged backwards through a particularly vicious hedge, and stumbles over to collect Ellie's bag. She'll bring it over so she can go through it herself, she's not looking.

Whatever they've been to each other– it's done. Over. She doesn't want to be part of it any more, so she's separating them out; she won't go through Ellie's bag for her.