[She refuses to cry about this. It's not even the first time she's died, she reminds herself. She thinks back to when she arrived here the first time, how she'd nervously kept her hand around her throat as Vincent had walked with her to meet Elliot without realizing why.
That same free hand moves up to rest on her neck now, tracing a line across her throat. She doesn't feel a scar, even though for some reason she'd expected to this time.]
What did you say before? You saw me as a restless spirit?
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That same free hand moves up to rest on her neck now, tracing a line across her throat. She doesn't feel a scar, even though for some reason she'd expected to this time.]
What did you say before? You saw me as a restless spirit?