[Alive. A cruel word, though she knows he only means well. But if he was glad to see her alive...
Her face fell and she drew from him. What could she say to a friend that knew she was dead? The idea of different timeliness still threw her off. It brought some odd sense of relief he at least knew. They were hunters. They knew how to read between the lines and see what lay there, for better or worse. Usually worse.]
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Her face fell and she drew from him. What could she say to a friend that knew she was dead? The idea of different timeliness still threw her off. It brought some odd sense of relief he at least knew. They were hunters. They knew how to read between the lines and see what lay there, for better or worse. Usually worse.]
/Jack and Natalie, are they safe?/