Claire reached out her hand, barely touching Dib's. It wasn't so much that she believed him - Ferb saw the impassive mask that had replaced what should have been girlishly emotive features - but because it was expected of her to shake. Her fingers were raw and red, like she chewed off the skin of her fingertips and knuckles.
"Still hurts. It'll always hurt," she murmured. "Dead things can still touch me. He was dead, and he still found ways to hurt me, and he didn't even have to use his hands." Her eyes never left Dib or Ferb's bodies, making sure they didn't move toward her.