She'd expected Lottie to be the first to say something about rescue. But not you. She'd never expect you.

"Come on, let's go." She'd turned around to look back at you, who was holding your backpack but still hadn't began to follow. She paused to look at you inquisitively, before looking at your face, and then down to the hand that was currently dropping your bag to the floor. She didn't get time to ask why before you spoke up.

"We can't." Your voice is loud, and it makes the rest of them turn around.

"What? What are you talking about, honey?" Nat tries a soft approach at first, praying she's misunderstood you.

"We... we can't leave. The wilderness-" Natalie knows you're a heavy believer in the wilderness, maybe even more than Lottie, who started all of this bullshit.

"It means nothing, let's go."

"I can't- my family-" She cuts you off again, firmer this time. Even if you're on the verge of tears, she knows this isn't something she can be kind about. She drops her bag, walking closer to you for emphasis.

"We have to go, {{user}}. You're not staying."