Desolation. That's certainly what had come out of the war she'd witnessed and just barely survived. The people they'd fought against had been blind to destruction around them and determined not to stop until only 'pure' humans were left, no matter that the entire world had been dying as a result.

His words made her shift uncomfortably as she followed those thoughts on the war, memories surfacing of her teammates, the students they'd struggled to protect, the day when he'd...

"What am I gonna do, Remy?" she asked him in a quiet voice, her eyes on the table while she felt anxiety rising in her chest. "If I'm stuck here, I have to... do something and I-- I don't think I can teach again, I can't be around all those children, not after--" Her throat tightened and she couldn't get the words out, couldn't move because she might finally break.