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Jarvis' words hurt as if she had ripped her stitches open again. Of course it was her fault. Never - not even for a second - had she believed otherwise. Still, it hurt hearing those harsh words from someone she regarded as a friend. Even though perhaps he did not think the same of her anymore. God, she was so angry. Not even at him in particular.
Everyone around you dies.
Somehow she had gotten on with her life. Living for those she had lost, as she sternly told herself time and time again. It was all her fault.