I never really got out to see the lights. Except for... [She faltered, her gaze going distant. It was as if she stopped her thought and simply forgot to start it again, the silence hanging heavy along with her expression. Her thoughts were caught, circling around one thing alone. She bit down on her lip, almost vicious, the skin splitting beneath her teeth.
She knew he was still talking, knew that there was something about Jude, and another question for her, but she was still reliving a night seated outside the Belagio. Finally, softly, whether it was an answer to who had been in her head, or what she was so focused on, she whispered.] Death.