"No, I... I don't think she's dead, I...think it's memories. The gods or- the Singularity or whatever causes all the mishaps we experience in this world... it twists and weaves and uses things against us that it knows can hurt us, if not physically, then mentally. Emotionally. I-" she takes in a slow, shaky breath, "I'm so tired of it, Kaz..." she wraps her arms tighter around her knees hugged to her chest.

She does not flinch at the anger in his voice, because she does not think it is meant for her. But there's something deeper to it, in his eyes. "No... not right now... maybe I'm protected here." In her domain, surrounded by family and home and security. With him at her side. Both.