[This time, she is quiet for a very long time. There's a pressure building behind her eyes, not frustration, or anger, but it overwhelms her even as it lacks definition.
She doesn't want to answer his question, she realizes. But she does anyway.]
She's dead.
[Her gaze tilts downward briefly, in shame, perhaps. But her voice still has a dull lack of inflection.]
no subject
She doesn't want to answer his question, she realizes. But she does anyway.]
She's dead.
[Her gaze tilts downward briefly, in shame, perhaps. But her voice still has a dull lack of inflection.]