[And, really, she doesn't. The more time passes, the more she realizes her death was relatively painless, probably out of some guilty consciousness. But a death is a death, isn't it? Betrayal is betrayal. And traitors do make her so sick.]
It's done, so there's no need for platitudes. Do what you can to get us out of this place instead.
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[And, really, she doesn't. The more time passes, the more she realizes her death was relatively painless, probably out of some guilty consciousness. But a death is a death, isn't it? Betrayal is betrayal. And traitors do make her so sick.]
It's done, so there's no need for platitudes. Do what you can to get us out of this place instead.