Predictably, the girls aren't happy. Gen shoves you to the ground, Misty shrieks what did you do?, Melissa tells you to shut the fuck up. But it was right, you say, again and again. It was the right thing to do. And honestly? The hate is palpable, and the hate is healing. Vanessa, in your face — you do not get to make that decision for all of us. It builds. They actually think Coach was the way out, because Akilah had some vision, and that serves as fact, here and now, where logic dissipates. That's fine. You hope, pray, think the crescendo will be your own death. Tai mentions another trial. Maybe the girls will free you from this place, from the blood caked on your hands from someone you loved, from all these horrible choices you've had to make.
Shauna's voice, instead. You think you'll be free, Nat? You'll never escape us.
— No more trials. She's obviously guilty, she just confessed. We put her in charge, and instead of doing what was right for us, she did what she wanted to do. I think it's obvious what happens now.
Death, please. You get Coach then, in that moment — yes, please, thank you.
Lottie speaks up,
— Shauna will lead us.
Dead silence, everyone's discontent palpable. Shauna again.
— I get that you guys are angry, but we are still a team, and we can't let this break us. When people die out here, we honor them. So tonight, we'll honor Coach Scott, too. We'll give the Wilderness what It wants.
And what about me? Misty, full of angry vengeance —
— What about Natalie? She's just going to get away with it?
Shauna pauses, then laughs to herself. She has this look in her eyes that isn't even smug, or nasty. It's just cruel.
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