[And it's instinctive, stepping forward and putting her hand on his arm. She'd hug him, probably, if it hadn't been for the fire a few moments ago.]
I know it's not fair. This place... everything's wrong about it. And even when you're glad that people come back from the dead, it's still... wrong. I'm sorry - it's not fair.
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I know it's not fair. This place... everything's wrong about it. And even when you're glad that people come back from the dead, it's still... wrong. I'm sorry - it's not fair.