[She doesn't want to let go immediately but when he speaks, so full of confidence, she does manage to look up. Her eyes glitter with more tears, her lip trembles unsteadily, and she swallows another sob. The physical contact is beginning to help, her body growing warmer by degrees, the cool sensation of the spirit leaving her.]

The bomb went off...and somehow...it-it...It killed me, and I...am not supposed to be able to die. Not...like that. Neither are you. And we shouldn't be here at all...no. Not after a s-s-sacrifice...

[She shakes her head again.]

I don't...I don't understand any of this. That thing...it was...

[She trails off with another moan at the memory of being violated like that...]