"Bullshit," are Ellie's first words. It's instinctual, the last remnants of her energy, burnt out like ash in her chest. "What's the fucking point. One person over another. You're just picking which shitty person lives."

She sighs, slumping against the crystal walls, even as it makes her skin crawl. She sees a woman, more beautiful than anything she's ever seen before, with a strange dress and stranger hair. A woman from the old world, where being that beautiful was possible.

"Sorry," Ellie says softly, and she doesn't know if she's talking to Logan or the woman in silk.