Rosita has had to adjust to a lot on the fly in the last few months and quite frankly, she thinks she's done admirably. Amazingly, even. She thinks she deserves a goddamn medal because in what world can someone just switch worlds for half a lifetime and then come back like it's nothing?

It gives her hope in a weird way, and it scares her in another. If she dies here, maybe she could get to go home, see her people again, sleep in her own bed; if Jesus dies here, maybe he doesn't come back again, maybe he wakes up in a wooden coffin buried under fresh dirt. She weighs this information for a moment, then tips her head the way she'd already been walking, a silent warning before she steps out again, ignoring the comment about healing for now.

"I know someone else that died in the pit too. He woke up in the Springs, but he didn't go home. Just lost his memory for a bit." So she's not sure what to think. "How can you say you don't remember what happened, but you remember we talked?"