(Quiet)

Ares POV

We sit like that for a while.

Her head on my shoulder.

Both quiet.

"I hate me." she mumbles.

"I... You okay?"

"No..." She looks at me. "Don't you see it?"
"You're okay."

She's squeezing my arms. "Oh gosh..."

"What?"

"There's blood and bone dripping down the walls..."

I freeze. "What?"

She goes limp.

Shit.