Fancy scoffed at that. Practical What did that really mean anyway? She couldn't stop seeing that house, that open door, that emptiness. Over, it was all over. Again and again. A never ending cycle of death. No rebirth, just death.
"Charlie," she pleaded hoarsely, reaching up to take his hand "whatever debt or duty you had you've paid. Go home. Go home and live a life, a good life while you still have the chance."