Tragos looked back at Athena, trying to work out where she fit, as she was trying to do to him, but without any of the background or context that Athena had. She was just another woman, a hardass looking woman, and he looked at her with hard suspicion for the moment before Marcie said his name, and reached for him. He ignored Athena in favour of Marcie, weeping but lively Marcie, and closed his arms tightly around her. "How's that possible?" he asked, rocked by the shock of it, the impossibility of it.
People rallied, didn't they? Rallied before their deaths, a burst of energy that felt like another shot. Tragos couldn't trust in miracles like the one she was talking about. His heart couldn't about-turn that fast.