[ She has half a mind to resent that earnest honesty — and to fucking argue, because the way he talks about it, you'd think impermanent death was a good thing. But that's not fair of her, and she knows it.

Instead, she just exhales audibly, her sarcasm too tired to really cut when she answers: ]

So it's shitty and dangerous, but at least you have the friends you made along the fucking way? Strong sell there, sweetheart.

[ Except it sort of is, and she sort of hates that. ]