[That, at least, she might have been able to rage at - there is a kick of it in her stomach when she hears his answer, and she is so very close to letting it erupt. Useless, useless, leaving them lying there, in the cold...
... dead men aren't cold. She realises that in a queer detached way that stops all her feelings in their tracks, and for the first time leaves any room for his. She wonders, dazed, if Jim thought the same thing. Don't leave them in the cold. It makes bile rise in her throat, with such force and suddenness that she is almost sick.
Say something, say something. Anything.]
They - the admin - if she's going to fix it, she'd need -
[She can't do it. It's impossible to believe that the admin could fix anything here.]
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... dead men aren't cold. She realises that in a queer detached way that stops all her feelings in their tracks, and for the first time leaves any room for his. She wonders, dazed, if Jim thought the same thing. Don't leave them in the cold. It makes bile rise in her throat, with such force and suddenness that she is almost sick.
Say something, say something. Anything.]
They - the admin - if she's going to fix it, she'd need -
[She can't do it. It's impossible to believe that the admin could fix anything here.]