That was enough for all the voices to latch onto him--get ahold of his mind before they died with her. The fact that her death would kill them was one of the main reasons Kurt had never tried to make Sharley do anything especially suicidal. Stupid, yes; suicidal, no. The idea of her dying was almost impossible for any of her passengers to comprehend.
"She can't," Sinsemilla said, almost gently, though her voice was half-flat with sheer incomprehension. It had happened so fast that even she hadn't fully absorbed it yet.
"I can't believe that fucker actually killed her," Kurt said, a little unevenly. His words were almost drowned out by another boom of thunder, much closer now. "Figures it had to be by accident. No way he could have done it otherwise." There was such rage in his tone, near-insane rage--there was a reason Sharley had worked so hard to keep him clamped down, and this was it. Had he anything like physical form, Nero would have been a dead man long before now.
"Tanya," Layla managed. "Tanya can't bring her back, but her dad maybe can. Maybe."
As for Sharley, the blood on her face was already drying, sticky and tacky in the hot, electrified air. The Other knew she was dead, and it was not happy about it--she might not be one of its gods, but she belonged to it, and the Other did not lose any of its people lightly.