"I do understand, of course, just..." Dahlia shrugs, hugging herself. "I feel guilty. I know there are people who would rather be helping. But this island... it takes, and it pushes, and it spins, and it eats. And by refusing to suffer, maybe we can let it go without a few meals. Besides, we already get new trauma once or twice a month as it is. It's nice to give a few people a break."