[ Jo isn't entirely sure where this is leading, but she is comfortable enough with letting Ciri pick her—their—way there, opening that pathway up brick by brick. A lot of fucked up things happened during that time, especially at the beginning of the month in that maze with all of them.

She makes her question easy. ]

Just me? Or Dean and Me?

[ She tries hard not to think about that day. (It works about as well as closing her mouth and telling herself not to breathe. What she learned won't scrub out. Who lives side by side with their death in all its detailed glory?) But even when she's not wanted to focus on what happened to her, she's been keeping a weather ear out on other people talking about similar experiences. ]