[As only someone who had truly accepted their fate could manage… Carmine simply does as she was told, cupping her hands to receive the stone placed in it without question. Anything that happened to her, as long as she could feel something about it…

She wouldn’t complain. She wouldn’t fight. She would just let herself be swept along, tired of fighting, of running…]

If we can help it…

[How ironic such a thing sounds, now. But she provides it, with that lopsided, rusty little smile.

But if she’s being offered, asked…]

Could I have a bite… ? I thought I ate just earlier, but… now I’m starving again…

[Fried rice. Hei’s friend rice. A taste she supposed she’d never get a chance to savor again.]

Anything you have is fine… I’m not picky…