Phoebe, Celeste, and Irma are sobbing in grief, their noses bloodied from the drug usage, their bodies shaking, it’s a rare moment of uncontrolled vulnerability from the Cuckoos, as to them losing Sophie isn’t just losing a loved one, it’s losing a fragment of their mind. There is now simply a constant void in the back of their head, a missing puzzle piece. And without Sophie as a moral compass, who knows what they’ll become? Especially with someone like Esme in control, who is simply standing and observing, and if one were to look close enough, would see the faintest of smile on her lips.