"You shouldn't have eaten any of them!" she protests, while part of her marvels that this is even a sentence she needs to utter. She glances back at the crib, at the children she's failed to protect. They were supposed to be safest here, with her, that's the least that she thought she could provide for them. And now look what's happened.

Gritting her teeth, Greta takes Rashad by the ear and pulls none-too-gently. "On your feet," she orders. She doesn't care how childish his emotions are; they aren't really his, and she's getting him out of here.