all she could remember was a blast. He WILLINGLY changed...he willingly went through all that apocalypse did to him. why? Why would he...no. She knew why. He didn't know that it would turn him into a monster...it wasn't him. It wasn't him. she kept vomiting black goo. her eyes teared up she was still smoking from the blast that took off in the middle of the swamp. She looked over at him.
"It wasn't you." She spoke in a raspy voice. "war... isnt you." She pushed herself up from the water to lean on a random tree. "You need to take a shower. all that swamp water is gonna make you funk. I ain't flying you back home with that scent." She half teased trying to figure out when th enumbling all over her body would stop.