[Her eyes flit up, drag across his face with quiet interest. The scars are reminiscent of shrapnel wounds—something she'd had personal experience with, before and after the rebuild—but the jury's out on what kind of explosive.]
I'm sorry for your loss. Never gets any easier.
[Worse, if you were there. Never shaking the feeling that you could have stopped the bullet.
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I'm sorry for your loss. Never gets any easier.
[Worse, if you were there. Never shaking the feeling that you could have stopped the bullet.
Or the explosive, in this case.]
Were you on a mission together at the time?