Believe it or not, I've seen worse. Didn't seem like it was possible at the time, but here we are.

[Malvina's death, Qian-Ya as an experience, the Walled City as a whole...she's starting to wonder how she's managed all these years. Maybe because so much of it was experienced when she was just a kid. She learned the world through watching other people die, sometimes in her place, sometimes just because it was an encounter where only one person could walk away. She watched her friends die, knew her family died when she left them behind, knew Rat was the only reason she was still alive while the rest of them lay choking on their own blood in the worst slum in the world.]

[She'd slept in piles of trash, had to pick her meals out around used needles, stolen food from starving families so that she could live another day. That pile of gore was meaningless to someone like her. At the time, it had shaken her badly. But the shock faded and she knew that she was alive because they were dead and she was thankful. What else could she be?]

[Like she said, it wasn't for everybody.]

[Gobbet finds a vomit-free spot to sit and leans her chin on her hand.]

You've never seen someone die, have you?