TOSH: I can't stand it any more. The weight of it, the depravity, the fear. It fills me up. It's in my mouth, in my hair, in my eyes. Like I'm drowning in ink. And even when I don't have the pendant on, even when there's nothing, I can't forget the things I've seen, the things I've heard. It's like a curse. Something the gods send to drive someone mad. I had hoped I'd see something, some little random act of kindness, and it made me think we were safe, there was some essential good in us. But there isn't. It's like one of the weevils. You look inside, and there's just this great yawning scream. You were right. Everything you said about us. We're frightened and we're callous.