"Alright," says Tara, letting Myitt slither back into her head. For a few moments Myitt says nothing, then she sharply looks up. "Too much. No, she's seen far too much. We can't let her leave here, not in a host."
"Nah, 'course you're not broken," says Corliss, going over and kneeling by Kara. "You're completely whole, yeah? It's not an easy fight, that's for damn sure. Are you hungry? There is food, here." He stands up and looks over at Myitt. "Well, shall I call Rev, or are we just going to let her die with a little dignity?"
"Not starvation," says Myitt flatly.
"No? Then what, what do you propose?"
"I don't know."
The jukebox, which has been strangely silent, starts quietly playing "Only the Lonely" by Roy Orbison.