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> Bina: Talk to her, dammit. Don't put this all on you.

Can't, can't, can't!

Want to - want too real bad - but can't.

Kendra gets it, and steps back.

"All right, take your time. There's no rush."

Bina breathes hard and squeezes her eyes shut.

It takes a while.

Eventually, the panic recedes.

It's not gone of course, it never really goes away, but it pulls back a little, hovering, like a hummingbird, somewhere at the base of her throat.

"Kendra?" she asks, forcing the word out, around the panic.


"Tell me there's a reason. You're smart, there's gotta be a reason, right?"

"For what?"

"For the Botfly to kill them. The people in the factory, Josephine's people. There is a reason, right?"