His voice probably would have made her recoil if she'd heard it out loud, but the spike of guilt came all the same. "You're just...so much better than me," she admitted quietly. "And I feel like sometimes it's not enough, despite the fact that if I do any more next time, it'll probably kill me."
A feeling of melancholy drifted through their link. "It's amazing how much more unfiltered I am when there aren't bodies involved."