(No? At first she doesn't understand, but allows Clarisse to rip herself free in turn. Abby doesn't actually need her there, just wants it, and she's steadily realising that what she thinks and feels about this doesn't matter. There's a fog in her head, an eerie calm. A calling.

Then Clarisse makes a sound like a wounded animal behind her, and something punctures abruptly. Abby rounds on her.)

What are you talking about? (It spills out. At first she thinks she's really angry, but that's not it. She's overwhelmingly sad. She wants to grab Clarisse and shake her until she understands, because she can't find the words to express how this is making her feel, it's all tangled up, snarled tight around her heart. She can't begin to start accepting that this could be the last time she ever sees her.) You think I want to leave you??

(How the fuck could she possibly- Abby can barely breathe. That Clarisse might think this is easy for her when really it's like a knife in her fucking gut is salt in the wound.

This place? Trench? Give or take. It isn't home, but Clarisse is.)

I told you. (Listen. Please just listen, and understand, and find a way to save her, to keep her here. She grabs Clarisse again, entreating her,) It's in my head, it's– fucking with me, and it doesn't care if I want to stay.