She knew it was a thing some people did, the not-choosing, that for some people it didn't resolve down to just one person, all the time. But she was just getting used to the idea of one person, of being somewhere where maybe things didn't just burn down all the time.

And she couldn't even get used to that because she'd been right all along. Everything would burn the fuck down. Somehow, the Purge hadn't lasted, but one day something would.

"Kind of sounds like it is about choosing," Ellie said, digging her heel into the unyielding floor, looking down at it because Blue was crying and she didn't know how to deal with that. She was more comfortable shooting someone than comforting them, how fucked up was that?