Anna wants to say it doesn't matter. They aren't going to help that much. But she thinks if Mithos were here he'd argue otherwise - all the fayth want to see this end, after all - and. She knows that all she's really asking is for Sheena to walk quicker towards her death, even if hopefully it won't end that way. (But she has no way of knowing, not yet, not for certain, and better not to get anyone's hopes up.)

Lloyd squeezes her shoulder briefly, a warning not to be too much of an ass (even though he doesn't know, doesn't know, but that's fine) so she sucks in her breath and holds it for a moment, tries not to think of Kratos, tries not to think about how often he'd fondly remind her to hold her tongue and think things through for just a second more before she ran her mouth-- Whatever, whatever, it's fine.

She doesn't look at Sheena. She doesn't apologize. She just.

"It's your journey, I guess. So. It's ultimately up to you. We just really, really shouldn't delay."