She wanted to tell him about it, but when she pictured the faces Will might make, the things he might say- Luna wasn't sure she wanted to go down that path. She was still almost certain that if she'd behaved differently on that last day she could have changed it all. If she'd just been the good little muse he'd wanted and suffered it until it was time to go home, he never would have tried to kill her.
Which complicated things, for Luna.
If that was the case then it meant her own dumb choices had led her right up to death's door, a shameful thing to admit. It would wound her pride to much for Will to know it.
So instead of focusing on those hands around her neck - even though she couldn't stop thinking about those crushing hands around her neck - she sighed heavily.
"I saw someone die while I was there," she admitted. "A real... dreadful death. So... I'm just having trouble shaking the whole trip."