Sometimes Ziva feels all her sorrow bled out of her 16 years ago. Anger would kill her. So her calm is easy to maintain, most days. She thinks of the desert, of still and sun-baked days, and tries to make herself the same. To harden her heart like sandstone.

Their stories are equally repulsive, for different reasons. Their worlds revelled in the slaughter of children, how could she be surprised?

"There are no cameras on us here. And I know something of this place, after speaking with a few of them. There were tributes from this world. None I knew personally. But Johanna was frustrated by hers. He would not fight. I believe they tired of him, I do not know what became of him after that."

She tilts her head. "I do not have time for lies. I have told you all that I know."