[ Realising his intent, she lets go of her sleeve before he takes over the effort. Letting their hands touch may prove dangerous, and she's - she's weary of danger.

And, well -- Yes. That too. Blood lining the sand. A girl who won't smile anymore. ]

Yes, I know what you mean.

[ Fighting a post-apocalyptic war in a hellscape, and failing to win that war... Lucina can't help but compare that situation with this one now, unsure of which was truly worse. She knows she never wants to go back to the world of her time, even if it could sustain life. On the other hand, part of her misses the simplicity of knowing everyone was already dead, of knowing that she couldn't do any worse than she had already done. She had failed then, and is doomed to fail again here, it seems.

She can't even deal with her own godsdamn sleeve without help. It speaks volumes.

For Bellamy, and no one else, she allows some of it to show on her face. ]

I know today felt like a cruel blow, and it feels like there's no use progressing forward against such insurmountable opposition. If I knew the right words to ease everyone's pain, I would. [ For a warrior - a former warrior, she notes, thinking again of her arm - such things aren't in her wheelhouse. ] ... I think we simply have to continue on.