[ That's... an idea that hadn't occurred to Blake. That the people of this world might have turned into the Husks, that they might not just be strange monsters.

Gods. What a horrible thought.

The very last of her willpower to try to eat this stupid porridge vanishes, and Blake grimaces, pushing her bowl across the table to end up squarely in John's space. ]

You can have this. I think I just lost all of my appetite.

[ She turns to look out a nearby window, ears flattening. ]

Do you really think the Husks are the remains of the population here? How can you tell?