"Didn't say that you wait for her to get here," Effy points out, an obvious look directed in Elvis' direction, lightly tolerant but— more so than that— deeply understanding at the same time. Being on the island means letting things from the past go. Means not holding one's heart and hopes on their lives back home or the paths that were meant for them, because there's only so much that they can do on the island. "Mean that you'll see her again, here, or home, or wherever the fuck fate takes you, but that's worth keeping on for, right? Be like..."

She purses her lips, trying to think of an example, before snorting at the one that comes first to mind.

"Like fucking Titanic."