"You're feeling survivor's guilt." Jamie was still cool. His eyes were on her, serious and sure. He wasn't confident that it was the right thing to push, but he knew that he was right about this. "You're beating yourself up. It plays over and over again in your head and you keep thinking about what you think you should have done differently. Maybe if you'd been faster or stronger or better, she'd be alive. You blame yourself when you should be blaming them." Whether she acknowledged it or not, Jamie could understand what she felt. He'd been living the dangerous sort of life for long enough that he'd lost people and felt responsible for it.
"You don't want to feel better. You don't want to forgive yourself because she's not going to come back. But that wasn't on you. And you shouldn't blame yourself. A girl was murdered and it was awful. And I'm sorry. She shouldn't have died. You shouldn't have been tortured. It shouldn't have happened. But you doing this to yourself isn't going to bring her back." He exhaled and got to his feet. "A girl died. But another girl survived. And you helped her get through that pain and that fear and that torture." He paused for just a second. "Deep down, you know all of this. You don't want to hear it right now. But you know I'm right. You know what we'd say, because there's a part of you that knows it's right."
He raked a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry you're hurting, Mia. I'm sorry you had to go through what you had to go through. I'm sorry she died."