CT has no argument against that, no more desire to stay in this space than Carolina does. Resents the omnipresence of the demonic things that push and prod and pull at their next victims. Can't bare to look at those victims, doesn't want to know who'll be on stage soon, who's worst days are due to be put on display for everyone to see.

(Doesn't want to think about how many people may have seen her own. Doesn't want to imagine the eyes on her, watching the twisted version of her final moments play out for what feels like the thousandth time.)

"Stopping this shit h-happening is kind of the goal, Carolina," she does snap as she kicks off the remains of the first boot and then twists her leg up so she can grab the other and yank it off. Throwing the pieces aside, she moves to the shin then thigh guards and pushes herself up to her knees as soon as they're gone. "It's just— taking a while."

(Though, distantly, beneath the exhaustion and horror, she feels that today is going to lunge them ahead another step—just not on their terms. Aster's plan must be in motion, if Efrain has them sequestered like this...)

She tries to stand. Her legs shake and she catches herself back on her knees.