Her hands held onto Finn's chiton as her anger threatened to consume her. She wanted to lash out, open the earth and let the worms, bones and debris come up to wrap around Demeter and hold her down. No good would come of it, but it would make her feel better. To inflict such pain onto someone else, onto Demeter, and bring them down to her level....it was so damn tempting.

But, there was nothing she could do now. Poe, as angry as he was, had a point. They had six months to figure things out. Six months for them to come up with a plan with cooler heads, and....do something. What that something was, she wasn't sure.

Tears spilled from her eyes, but she couldn't lash out at them. She couldn't lash out at Finn or Poe, but she wanted to scream. Her tongue wouldn't stay still, so she bit down on it, hard enough for the metallic taste of blood to bloom in her mouth.

"Six months...we have time...we have time.." she finally whispered after a long stretch of silence. She bowed her head, shutting her eyes tightly as she pressed her forehead to Finn's shoulder.

"I won't go back to her....not without a fight."