Isobel’s fingers tightened almost reflexively when Max’s grip loosened, but hers did the same when she realised that he wasn’t pulling away. The technicality, though, made her scoff a little. It was nonsense. The expression on her face said as much. She bit the inside of her cheek to bite back on the initial acerbic response that wanted to escape her.
“That- she’s been gone for ten years. Humans aren’t the same as us and dead is still dead, Max.” She moved forward with the tug, letting him reassure her that he was there now, but he hadn’t been. He hadn’t been there. She’d felt it, and it had felt horrible. Like a vacuum, an icy, empty, painful vacuum.
She pressed her lips together, fighting the way they turned down at the edges and her eyes were watery again. “You didn’t black out, Max.” She took a breath, “What did it feel like, Max, when Liz’s serum took my powers away? Right before it started killing me, I mean.”