For a moment, she's going to fight harder. Press further, make damn certain she wasn't going to lose another friend to his darkness. But then the name Valkyrie re-emerges, and the ice under her feet cracks, plunging her into cold, cold anger. Of course. Of course, he hasn't even told Valkyrie yet, why would he tell her? The replacement. The person who's only here at his side because she wasn't dragged along with him. Reality dawns on her sharp as the steel on her belt. They were two virtual strangers who just happened to be stuck in the same hell. It meant nothing. He wasn't a ghost in need of a solution to his issue. He was just a person. They owed each other nothing.

"Fine."

Her voice is more choked than she anticipated, and she lets the Stillness wash over her, removing herself from his sight. She walks herself to the other side of the pool and sits on one of the deck chairs, waiting for him to leave so she can put herself back under the water again.