And, as it happens, she is fighting it. She dries the tears with a napkin, she catches her breath. But there's still that strange, bright brittleness in her eyes. "...I hope it wasn't a zombie, whoever did it. I hope whoever did it has something that passes for a soul. And a plan. And everything. If he had a plan, he'll be easier to find in the end, and if he has a soul, I've got a chance of being useful bringing him down."
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