Oh, Abby fucking knows. How fun it is, to need all the benefits that come with powering up a generator, and have to weigh those up against potentially fatal consequences. Like, how bad do you want that light to be on? Bad enough to get your throat ripped out for it?
Ellie doesn't have to explain.
"Let me guess," she presses, and her teeth chatter exactly once when she says it. Not cuz she's cold. "You had to swim for it."
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Oh, Abby fucking knows. How fun it is, to need all the benefits that come with powering up a generator, and have to weigh those up against potentially fatal consequences. Like, how bad do you want that light to be on? Bad enough to get your throat ripped out for it?
Ellie doesn't have to explain.
"Let me guess," she presses, and her teeth chatter exactly once when she says it. Not cuz she's cold. "You had to swim for it."