"World doesn't care any more about kids in the end than it does anyone else," she says, but the edge has gone, and there's something else troubled there, something she tucks behind the shake of her head. Doesn't matter.

The world is just the world. It doesn't owe anyone anything, doesn't pull any punches for anyone. She catches his eye looking back at her and raises an eyebrow - what about it? - but it's not worth an argument as far as she's concerned. Ellie isn't here. No kids are. No cures are.

Just them. "What're the Eagle and the Arena?"