[She's so glad he's willing to do that. Elizabeth relaxes a little in his arms, feeling much better now.]
It was.
[But she can't tell him she saw a ghost of him being torn to shreds. It's too awful a fate. It doesn't have to be his fate though, does it?]
It was.. myself. I saw myself.
[If that was her own voice she heard out the window, there must be a ghost of her here, too. Better him to think it was her own shade that scared her instead.]
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It was.
[But she can't tell him she saw a ghost of him being torn to shreds. It's too awful a fate. It doesn't have to be his fate though, does it?]
It was.. myself. I saw myself.
[If that was her own voice she heard out the window, there must be a ghost of her here, too. Better him to think it was her own shade that scared her instead.]