It's nothing she doesn't know intellectually. There's still something settling about having someone else say it, take her hand and really mean everything he was saying on the emotional level she was struggling to process.

There aren't more tears to cry. She's spent them all in the procession of disappointment visiting her room. So instead, there's simply silence, exhaustion, a quiet moment of clinging tight to the older Club's hand before she forces herself to nod.

"...if you say so."