I'm not pretending. I *am* happy that you're getting out of this literal fucken hell hole, but the rest... And they didn't extend the courtesy to me either. [ she digs her nails into the edge of the bed and bites her tongue, tail snapping back and forth; anxious and aggravated. ] What does this mean for us? Are you just going to forget about me the moment you leave and live happily ever after with the rest of them?