"Thanks. It's sort of a thing, when you meet another Sin-Eater, you say 'my condolences'. Because, you know, life sucks and then you die, and then you have to keep doing life after that if you're us."

A small shrug. She's had plenty of time to process her own death, and some days are better than others. Her follow-up question gets another shrug, not even really impacted by what could be taken as an attack on the most significant thing in her life.

"Oh I was fucking pissed at the start. I still am sometimes. It sucks, it's not fair, blah blah. But everyone has shit in their lives that they have to do. I don't always want to wake up early for training, or help my mum with her medication, or make dinner, or go to school, or whatever. But I do it. And it makes a difference, unlike most things. On good days, we're like this," she twists her first and second fingers around each other, "what I want and what the Geist wants are not different."