For a moment, when Sansa spoke those words, it felt like no one else understood him just as much as she did. Which words? Any of them. All of them. Something in those words and sounds echoed into his heart, ringing true. Words spoken by someone who lived something similar, who knew, who understood.

"I don't know. I mean, I know I didn't survive." That was a weird phrase to hear coming out of his mouth. "I remember just......"Chris didn't finish that sentence. It was too weird. Too new. " Mom was in labor though so....I guess I really don't know what happens. I'm dead, but I might not be? I hope that we figured everything out in time. That my father was able to complete what I started." And that he wasn't doomed to repeat this cycle, dying right before he was born.

"I really wish you didn't have to learn that lesson too. I was so certain who it could be. I had lists. I thought I covered all my bases. Except the people I trusted. I guess my aunt had those statistics right after all. Something about 50% of violent crimes being perpetrated by someone the victim knows." Thanks so much Phoebe. She was right after all. He was looking in all the wrong places.