Mary's expression softened at that last admission. The idea of an angry god was a chilling one, but she could at least relate to that loss on an all too personal level.
"That makes two of us. I had someone here too. He's gone now. I'm not sure if I'd feel better or worse if I knew where they sent him."
That didn't stop her from wanting to know, from needing to know. And it didn't stop her from not having the damn information when she wanted it.
"Maybe that's why they've assigned us as roommates," she said with a shrug. "So we can be snarling and angry together. So we can either agree that neither of us will take it personally, or we can just do the best to stay out of each other's way."
She didn't seem to care much which option they went for, since she knew that she was likely to be in a foul mood as the shock wore off and she was really forced to face the loss.