So it was that easy for you. You're... just kind of used to dying.

[Daan doesn't say it, but he remembers the dreams following that day Don died. He dreamt in her perspective. The pain of her death, her skull being crushed in. Several nights in a row like that.

He already slept like garbage, but that didn't help either. It isn't her fault; Daan chose to witness, and she chose her path. The consequences like that just never occurred to him.]

...You're too kind, Don. I can't say if I'm better or worse, but... I'm trying.

Sorry I failed. He'd probably have strangled me if he saw what I did, but... I had to try.