"Yeah," Karen agrees, a little softer, thoughtful, though still warm. "Yeah, they do. Even if sometimes you have to look for it, and sometimes it's where you least expect it." There have been times, sure, that everything has felt hopeless. The night she showed up here, hearing that gunshot echo through the woods, she'd been certain that there was nothing left, all the people who mattered to her gone in some way or another, making it so that she wasn't leaving anything behind when she showed up here. More often than not, though, no matter how awful things have gotten, no matter how much shit she's had to see and put up with, there's always something to balance it out, worth holding onto. She can't imagine she would have stayed if that weren't the case.

It's everywhere, though, no matter how hard it is to see, from the two lawyers who saved her life and turned everything upside down, to a mass murderer who somehow became one of her closest friends, to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen himself. Under everything is the fact that they cared. And she — well, maybe she's always cared a little too much. There are worse things than that.

"I haven't really found that here, not in the same way. I mean, I think people who aren't from here tend to kind of band together, but... It's not really the same."