Chrona insisted, already going to curl back up in her corner where the laptop was shut in the process, legs pulled back up to her chest and face buried in her arms. Ragnarok was waving his arms at the boy, tapping Chrona on the head as if she was a drum almost boredly.
"I BELIEVE THE WORDS SHE WAS LOOKING FOR ARE, 'WE ARE DONE HERE'."
Which they weren't. But this was Ragnarok. Don't question it.