No one super important to me died in mine, either. ( it's said quietly, as jon shifts to set frank down outside the door, hands moving to press over frank's wounds to try and find the worst of them, feather-light. )

now that he's thinking about it again, what he saw, the memory playing in his head as if he were still there, stench of her blood in his nose, her face, the gunshots, the boy's body just a bit behind frank--he's definitely gonna cry. ) I. . I'm so sorry.