"I'm a hunter, not a Hunter of Artemis, but that's my family's line of work, what we've been doing for ages. 'Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent.'" We hunt those who hunt us. She knows she doesn't need to translate this for Lydia.

"It's my duty to my family," Allison finishes firmly, with renewed sense of purpose, or a semblance of purpose. Camp, she keeps telling herself, is not her family. It does not make them disposable but - but -

How to finish that thought? No one here is disposable.

Even so, Allison looks over at Lydia apologetically and starts to climb down the side of the Big House.