[Elsa is tired. All of this has rattled her in a way she hasn't felt in years. She wants this to be some sick joke, she wants the power of their resistance to work, like it does in stories. But there's none of that here. There's just... a hollowness, as she stares at the panel before her.
She knows she has to do it. Not for herself, but for all her new friends - for Orpheus, for Varian, for Cassandra. They could die if they don't vote, but even with that knowledge, Elsa's hands feel like lead as she tries to reach for the button....]
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She knows she has to do it. Not for herself, but for all her new friends - for Orpheus, for Varian, for Cassandra. They could die if they don't vote, but even with that knowledge, Elsa's hands feel like lead as she tries to reach for the button....]