In a way, it was comforting to hear that she wasn't the only one who'd lost a sibling, but for Crossbow Guy, it seemed as if there was still a little bit of a chance at least. "But that means he could still be alive," she said softly. "Right? That's good. It means there's hope."
Not a lot of it, but Meredith tended to dislike getting out of bed without any hope at all.
She shrugged. "Well, I was hell determined to make friends with you. The worst they could do is shoot me. I'd be okay with that. So long as you got me in the head."