Mercy feels her feet sink into the muck and the scent of iron fills her nose. On one near fall, her hand goes to the ground to brace herself and push up again. When she raises it, it's not just the brown of the mud she's expected, but the rusty red of blood, as well.

"Rogers. Mr. Rogers. Rogers." She uses her grip to try to halt him. "I think- there's blood. Too much blood here. Mr. Rodney and Mr. Sheppard talked about a river filled with blood. We-we need to be more careful."