"No," Callisto says quietly, in a voice filled with far more despair than anger. It's a no that encompasses a lot of things. No, she doesn't fully understand his English (though she understands more of the meaning than she'd like to). No, she isn't convinced that rare moments of happiness are worth it, or that reaching for them wouldn't be a betrayal to those that she's lost. No, she doesn't think that she's capable of happiness anymore, or of any of the other things that he seems to think she should feel. No, she doesn't believe she's capable of veering away from the path she's spend the last ten-odd years barreling down at full speed.

No.

She stays in that same position, hunched forward with her face hidden. And this time, if he reaches out, she won't resist.