[He says more than enough even without the thought.]

[The sun rises ever steady. It makes the place feel realer than ever, even if it’s somewhere with people from another world, where the dead don’t stay dead.]

Not at all....

[An absent whisper. Somehow it’s hard to imagine that, too; never having any second thoughts. Even when it hurts.]

[You’re a good person.]

…It’s more complex than that, I know.

[But beyond that, Aubrey’s not eager to say more. A thought’s a thought, even when she should know better.]