Joan watches Beth curl in on herself, and wonders if she should reach out to her. Does she have that right? Does she deserve to? No, no, quit the bullshit. It's not about deserving. It's that Beth probably doesn't want a fucking rapist touching her.

Taking a moment, Joan breathes in and out, tries to clear her head. She wishes that mind palace shit actually worked. "You did the right thing." Joan says what she'd want to hear, their places reversed. "It wasn't selfish. You were making sure he wouldn't get at other people." Living people, real people.