[Whatever she'd been expecting, it sure as hell hadn't been that. She stares at him, naked surprise on her face, and it's a moment before she can make her mouth form words to respond.]
... What?
[That can't be right. She's not mourning. She should be mourning, but she can't, and that's the entire problem; she can't do sadness or upset or grief the way she's supposed to.
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... What?
[That can't be right. She's not mourning. She should be mourning, but she can't, and that's the entire problem; she can't do sadness or upset or grief the way she's supposed to.
But then how does he know?]