Sorry! >.>
Famine sat quietly in the living room, gazing out the window. She wasn't straining to hear, she was barely aware that they were both gone. It was about as still as she'd ever been, her eyes unfocused and distant. She knew, in her heart of hearts, that she'd done the right thing, and she was just human enough to know that. People always wanted to read so much into things, why people did the things that they did, and she'd never really understood that.
She fingered her bike keys in her pocket, debating whether or not to just slip out quietly and let them be alone. She'd done her part, they probably didn't need her anymore.