[ She'll take the dig. They both know she's lying — she just doesn't know what else to say. Or maybe she's just too tired to get into it, just like he is. To tell him how she really feels now requires a degree of vulnerability her heart just isn't ready for. ]

Can't help you with that. I didn't see shit all of what happened. [ Her coffee is getting lukewarm. She can feel it, through the disposable cup. ] When I showed up, you were down already, so it didn't really fucking matter either.

[ She just wanted him to live. Fuck the rest of it. She must have prayed in every language she knew, to every god she could remember. It seems foolish now. Desperate. He's here, isn't he? He's fine. Not like Noriko, that night the storm came, or Lykon, on the eve of their last battle together. Not like so many others she's lost to violent deaths.

Guess one of those gods must have heard her. ]