[A week? Daisy’s good hand lets go of her arm as it tightens briefly into a fist. Frustration and confusing bubbling to the surface, and fear. Fear because there’s still so much she doesn’t understand or know about this place, and leaves her vulnerable.]

The place that we’re warned not to go to, is the place that gives people here their powers?

[And takes them away, apparently. Does that mean that whatever it is, it’s absorbed her powers to feed off of? Her head is swimming as she tries to focus on just one thing at a time, but it’s not until Claire is in front of her again that she snaps out of it. Of course, Daisy doesn’t know what any of those actually do. Other than turmeric tastes good when it’s mixed in with food.]

They don’t have Tylenol here?

[Not that it does much these days for the type of injuries she’s been dealing with.]

Look, I appreciate what you’re offering to do Claire.

[There’s a ‘but’ coming, of course, because she’s a martyr.]

But I did this to myself.

[What’s left unsaid might be obvious to Claire, or maybe it’s not. Daisy believes she deserved this. To be beaten to near death. She should have died, she wanted to die.]

And I don’t know you.

[The least she deserves is to suffer, like she made all of the people she cared about suffer because of her.]