She's forgotten all about the emotional link, asleep as she is - not that muffling something this sharp would make much of a difference, anyway. Sheena rocks back on her heels, trapped between the two ghosts. At least it means she doesn't have to look him in the eye while she says it.
The answer comes without her really thinking about it, without questioning it. (Of course he'd ask. Why wouldn't he? This is a nightmare, after all, and having to explain her role in her oldest friend's death is about as nightmarish as it gets.) Her response is halting, shaky. "He… handed Colette over to Cruxis, and then attacked us. He-- We didn't--" She cuts off abruptly, grips herself tighter. The tactile feedback isn't really there, but it's better than nothing. There's a ragged edge to her breath before she forces herself to continue. "We didn't- realize until it was too late to stop."
I Am Dying
The answer comes without her really thinking about it, without questioning it. (Of course he'd ask. Why wouldn't he? This is a nightmare, after all, and having to explain her role in her oldest friend's death is about as nightmarish as it gets.) Her response is halting, shaky. "He… handed Colette over to Cruxis, and then attacked us. He-- We didn't--" She cuts off abruptly, grips herself tighter. The tactile feedback isn't really there, but it's better than nothing. There's a ragged edge to her breath before she forces herself to continue. "We didn't- realize until it was too late to stop."