[ She doesn't want to cry, not in public. But it doesn't matter, because her eyes have already changed from black to red, swimming in tears, the two of them no longer existing, as far as the rest of the world is concerned. As if removing them from that world and placing them in an entirely new one, where they're the only two people left, just like she said.

She'd cried so much the past week already, enough that her voice had gone hoarse and she'd tired herself out to have fallen asleep more than once, but it appears to be endless as she presses her face to Terry's shoulder, not quite hugging back, but clutching the fabric of the shirt on his back. To trigger her ability, she'd learned when she was a kid, all she has to do is think of something sad, and now she has an endless supply to draw from. ]

I keep losing my family, Terrence. I don't want to lose you too...

[ Even if he can't die, there are still ways to lose him. She'd lost him for ten years already. And even though death is a natural part of life, and she knows that, what really makes her furious about all this is that- ]

So many of them, they weren't even accidents. There was so much murder— either somebody took their life, or they took their own. How is that fair?