Mostly right. Catskill was willing to take “mostly”. But what was she going to say to Amanita, assuming Bitterroot was right? “Thanks for saving my life. Even if it meant turning me into a zombie.” “Couldn’t you have told me earlier?” “I think I deserve to know when I actually die.” “Liar.” A hundred and one emotions were swimming through her head, all jockeying for position, none of them willing to give an inch.