There's silence between them for a moment, if only because Molotov can't think of anything else to say about this. She just doesn't understand, none of this sounds productive or even useful. She guesses she can see the entertainment value, in sort of an ancient Roman way, but for years on end? Endlessly watching people die?

Doesn't this place have reality TV? Someone needs to create a Real Housewives franchise here.

"Why are they doing this at all?" she finally asks, watching Albert from the corner of her eye as she lights another cigarette. "They clearly started long before people like us ever started showing up."