"Yeah," Ava said with less heat in her voice. She stabbed at the whisky in the glass with a plastic stir stick. "Me too." Because dying sucked. It had been painful, scary and it had really, really pissed her off.
Thinking of what Peter had been like put a lopsided smirk on her face. "He was an asshole." But how she said it didn't sound like she really thought that. "Selfish. Narcissistic. But he was trying, y'know? He wanted to be better than that. This place gave him that chance."