( She doesn't entirely know what that's supposed to mean. They just saw each other before Victoria arrived in Deerington, so the 'same old' statement makes her narrow her eyes. People can arrive from different worlds, but arriving from different versions of the same world is just too much to consider right now. )

Whatever. ( Shooing away one of the only people connecting to her to her life back home is a great idea. This is fine. Everything is fine. She's not going to say that seeing Max whirl around to have a last laugh is almost something of a relief.

That feeling of relief dies pretty quickly with Max's next words and Victoria rolls her eyes because it's the easiest thing to do right now. )

Because I've done things, Max. ( She says it as if it were obvious but still has to swallow before speaking again. ) You've done things, too. And this is what we get for it. That's what this is.

( One doesn't have to be overly religious to encounter the concept of purgatory at some point. She's spotty on the details. It's been a while since she's been assigned to read Dante's Divine Comedy. ) Chased by monsters for the rest of eternity. Or at least until someone changes their mind.