She made a face of her own. His reaction felt a whole lot like pity, but she was aware of how sensitive she could be to that sort of thing.

“It’s fine. I don’t really care, you know? How death works, how life works, how my being here now works. It does, and it sucks less than home, and the only real choice I have is to work from there.”

She shifted in her seat so she was pointed just a little more away from him.

“I know it matters to other people. I just... forget.” There were a whole lot of things she forgot to care about. Sometimes that included who she should and shouldn’t direct her anger at.