"And I'm sure it won't be the last time it happens, either. If these people have been living this life their entire lives, no wonder they hate us. It's a hell of a lot easier to turn their discontent and rage on actual people they can actually kill instead of the man behind the curtain controlling a machine controlling this wasteland," he complains with a frown. "I'd probably be the same way in their shoes, as much as I hate to admit it. I feel like this is probably just the beginning."

Buffy says the situation "is not perfect" and Derek has to hold his tongue to keep from pointing out that that's the understatement of the century and...that she sounds like she's trying to placate an uninformed party. Like this soldier shit they have her doing is getting in her head a little too much. That's not her fault, she's probably had to say stuff like that a million times over since waking up here. Eventually, repetition becomes reflex. "Well, that sucks for you, to be sure. But yeah, I'm in. Starting tomorrow."

Seeing her teary-eyed response to his comment, Derek huffs a small laugh. It's endearing how much something so simple can mean to a person in a place as unwelcoming as this one. "No, just me and Alcide. Unless you count the nighttime visitors both expected and unexpected, but they don't stay." By that, he means they don't live in that room. Katniss comes in pretty much every night now and when Derek woke up this morning the first time, there had been someone else in Alcide's bed — which, he probably would've been pissed off about on Buffy's behalf, except she looked like a kid, so he doubts there's anything to that.