Feel as though I'm burning alive? No. I will take my fate back home of being shot and bleeding out in a hall over experiencing that again, or in truth, any day.

[It's low, rough, and exhausted. The bathroom wasn't so large that she could be a comfortable distance. Far enough she didn't feel rubbed raw, cracked open, and boiling, but. Not comfortable by any means. After a moment spent dripping and miserable in her chair she grabs one of the rags in the bowl of ice water and drapes it over the back of her neck.

There's a long moment before it registers as to what she's let slip. For a second she's tense. Quiet. He didn't need to know. She hadn't meant to tell him. This passes, and. Well. It doesn't mater, not really.]

Not your fault, Rick. I shouldn't have gotten so close. And the Malnosso should not be such bastards.