She struggles to free herself from the tarp before ripping it with her fingers and pulling out like a rebirth. Her eyes are relaxed again and her shoulders slumped, but she's not shuffling anymore.

Glancing at the sky one last time she makes a rude gesture with her middle finger and follows him.

"Thanks." She added. "For you know...being so cool."

As the girl and the troll set off once more, dragging bleeding monster bits behind them she wondered one last question.

What use was a moral compass if the only direction it ever led her hurt?