"I'll have to take your word for it," Villanelle replied. Every part of her body ached to sit down, to find a place of rest. She knew that to do that was to accept death and she was a survivor above everything else. She reached a bloody hand to grasp Lucy's. What did someone say to someone who was trying to help them? The concept was alien to her. Still. She knew how to express human emotion, even though she didn't feel it. "Thank you."