It's different, when that's something from your own home. A death that should have been real, should have been final, rather than the false sleep that only seems to heap on more trauma-filled nightmares that places like this inflict on those trapped within. Ed's brows furrow, and he turns to look at them more directly.
"An accident? Or--" No. No, they've had their past exposed enough as it is. He isn't blind to the stiff line of their shoulders, the misery pressing down on them. "...nevermind. Forget I asked. ...but I'm sorry things turned out that way."
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It's different, when that's something from your own home. A death that should have been real, should have been final, rather than the false sleep that only seems to heap on more trauma-filled nightmares that places like this inflict on those trapped within. Ed's brows furrow, and he turns to look at them more directly.
"An accident? Or--" No. No, they've had their past exposed enough as it is. He isn't blind to the stiff line of their shoulders, the misery pressing down on them. "...nevermind. Forget I asked. ...but I'm sorry things turned out that way."