There, she hesitates. Trying to forget has consumed the entirety of her time since she'd left the Silent Horizon. Asking her to remember it well enough to describe those details? Not a route she wants to take.

Her shoulders square off; pace quickening by degrees. The sooner they reach her biome, the sooner she can return to blissful isolation.

"They were..." Not mindless. Locus seemed to pause in his hunt every time she managed to still his aggression, Delta was clearly in control of himself and York— while Gabriel and Jack had been different, feral. "Aborrecible— mad. Their bodies twisted like some kind of nightmare and they hunted the rest of us down. Didn't care who we were, just that we didn't belong in that place with them."