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"Havin' a hard time imagining him packing their lunches and sendin' 'em to school." Kate offers something akin to a grin, something between all the seriousness in the air. It's inevitable that they'll end up doing something dislikeable. Whether that means they have to stay, play the good little battery cells or find a way to fight. Whether it means everyone has to go home or nobody does-

Who knows.

People have been doing shit they don't want to for eons. Kate doesn't want to stay, but nor does she particularly want to fight the gods. It's already been proven that they need something more than the kind of attacks they're most used to.

"How long can we stay here?" She doesn't bother to voice that it's more likely they're convenient food sources rather than any empathy making some of the gods want to keep them, it's too obvious an opinion to weigh down the conversation. "Even s'posing time isn't moving back home-" which seems to be the case, if they both turned up with six months time in the cave and nothing back home, "- not the place to make a life for most of us, here. Start playin' families or forgettin' our own." Forgetting what they have to do. Coming back with things they can't explain - loss of skills they're not using, development of new ones. After nearly a year, these things weigh heavy on Kate's mind. She can't deny she's changing here, that certain memories of people back home are getting harder to grasp for, that she has no idea how she's going to explain how she suddenly got so much better at stitching up skin or how she knows archery now.