She clung to him, hands twisting in his shirt, still sobbing.
Suzie Costello never showed weakness, because weaknesses were exploited. Suzie Costello never needed anybody, because to need people was to be weak, and she couldn't let herself be weak.
Suzie Costello had died.
She clung to Owen, terrified of the darkness and the thing moving through it, searching and searching, and terrified of the part of her that still wanted to send people into that darkness so that, one day, she could hold it back forever.