When they had followed Fanya to the cold storage, Becca's fears grew. She knew she was right but for some reason she did not stop following. She did not want to believe it was real even though she had seen the evidence on the dead man in the canyon. She did not even need the drawer opened or the covering pulled back to know what was under to be offered. She cringed, Fanya's words sounded ghoulish even though there was sadness and regret in her voice. What did Fanya mean she understood? What the hell had she volunteered for? She took a few deep breaths and tried to calm her racing thoughts.<br/><br/>Who was she to judge? If she were born into different circumstances it could have easily been her eyeing the dead girl like a Brahmin steak. If the caravan had not found her after she had left her home behind, she could have easily been that desperate. She had no idea what Jynx had been through in her life, so who was she to look down her nose at Jynx for having the will to do whatever it took to survive. The girl had run through Deathclaws with no fear while Becca herself had been frozen. It was only thanks to Jynx and the others that she was even standing here now. She knew she had no right to vilify Jynx.<br/><br/>She had not even realized that she was blinking back tears but she was.<span style="color: indigo"> "Jynx, y-you don't have to anymore... we could just..." </span>She stopped, realizing the absurdity that she was about to suggest they just go to the dining room to eat. As if it was all that easy.<span style="color: indigo"> "I won't condemn you for what you have to do but if it's all the same I don't particularly want to watch it either."</span>She mumbled, fighting down the urge to be sick as she backed away and slipped out of the cold storage. She sniffled and stumbled back through the supply room toward the ER. She just needed her key and she needed a shower. Maybe a calmer mind would offer some clarity. At least she sure hoped so.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>