[ In a sick way, Floe was expecting something nastier, visually. More blood and gore, after the various things they'd witnessed in camp. But the screaming? The screaming is somehow so much worse than that. She claps a hand over her mouth, horrified, as the memory plays out. By the time they all fade back the ghostly campsite, she's trembling slightly...with anger. ]
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That...that bastard-! He didn't even try!