[she stops at a suitably sized boulder near the fringes of the camp, folding her frayed skirts and sitting down, no longer masking her vexation as she's wont to.]

Whatever theories I have matter so little, so why bother speculating? [it would only give credence to her long experience - something she's not keen on doing anyway.

not that it matters... it really...doesn't matter at this stage, does it?]

Either we find out and stall oblivion, all is returned to its natural state... Or we are instead embraced by that same oblivion.

[and no matter which way it goes, she is forgotten. that, at least, is part of the deal that will remain true even in these circumstances.]