Yep. Day by fuckin' day. Contract by fuckin' contract. This is our lives now.

[ South's given up on the idea of ever getting home in any way that doesn't end in her face-to-face with a Wash that still hates her and a pistol, and yet accepting the permanence of this place has only gotten harder since North vanished. It's so damned hard to imagine being without him forever. It's so damned hard to imagine a forever, at all. ]