On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

Janet squeezes Susan's hip. It's not the easiest needle to thread, suddenly, listening without making such a big deal that she makes it weird. With Eliot, they'd already be cracking jokes. Janet's not the most intuitive woman in the world, but this doesn't feel like time for jokes. "Right," she says. "That. I don't think... she took memories from everyone, right? So I guess the shitty thing is it doesn't signify anything. It's not like we got spared because we were friends with her."