That's a level of awareness that, despite the panic that's rapidly seeding itself into his chest, manages to arrest him into stillness. He hadn't expected her to admit that, not now and not ever, particularly not since Tim made a point of trying to catch her in some kind of act of childish hypocrisy. The more he insisted, the more it seemed she dug in her heels out of principle.

But now? Now, there's no avoiding it. There's no avoiding any of it.

"How do you live with it?" he whispers. "How do you keep going after all that?"