[The words hit her like little knives, and maybe Will is right, maybe Sweeney is right, maybe Kirei is right; maybe that's grief, or at least her version of it. That feeling of her skin being pricked and her insides being scooped out.
She pulls her sweatshirt sleeves down over her hands, curling her fingers in.]
Fusco's a person.
[She says, because what else is there to say?]
This is... kinda especially weird, for people like you and me.
spam; during the flood
She pulls her sweatshirt sleeves down over her hands, curling her fingers in.]
Fusco's a person.
[She says, because what else is there to say?]
This is... kinda especially weird, for people like you and me.