Sarissa lifted her shoulder in a shrug, though her gaze was fixed on the middle distance. "It happened. I'll do my duty. I just..." Finally she turned back to him, her smile bittersweet. "I don't want to go. That's all. And the Mantle..."
He'd asked what happened, down in Argentina. "Usually people see Winter as the destructive one. But I boiled a man's blood and watched it dribble out his ears." Nevermind that he'd had her trapped and was about to kill her. It was an image she couldn't get out of her mind. "And so many others...I can still hear their screams."