Mostly problems, though. Ellie's sure it's mostly problems. The opportunities feel like, well, what you learn from stabbing. Don't do that again.

(A fleeting memory: But I want to talk about it! Where had that gone? It doesn't matter. It's gone now.)

Ellie finishes the dead boar, and begins sketching something else. A monster, eyes destroyed, a crown of fungus over its brow. "So, how's it work? After you spill your guts, what happened?"