Ooo, got me on a technicality. You want a trophy for that?

[Cue heavy eyeroll.]

A monster with razors for teeth, swear to god.

[But she grits her teeth and bears it. It's not so bad now that she's getting used to the temperature of the water and the texture of the cloth against the mix of raw flesh and torn skin that makes up the injury.

All of which she'll take over being buried alive for that long, any day.

What the hell do you even say to that. Jesus.]

Glad it's over. [Glad she missed it, too.] Hope it doesn't happen again.

[She's quiet for a few moments, wincing as Chris works, thinking about how fucked up life has been since that night last year. All the death and guilt and anger, the weird tangle of emotions from that stupid prank and the breakup and Jess goddamn betraying her. All this shit from last night, and al that's happened here even before she arrived.]

What's worse, being here or being on the mountain?

[As of this moment, she's not sure herself.]