"Hey," she said again, this time more harshly. She turned and looked into his face, eye hard as both hands put themselves on his shoulders.
"I might not be that Meg, but I am Meg, and if I were here, I wouldn't want you looking like this," she told him sternly. Meg's eyes were practically on fire. Maybe she was mad with herself for having been foolish enough to die at all, because she could have been that Meg...
"This world is shit, you got me? So you can't go off acting like this."