It's Sheena's turn to take a step back, wide-eyed and hating all of this. The hand at her collarbone curls into a fist to match, the dream and their link intensifying her anger as it bounces between them. This isn't a normal dream, she's realizing, but does that mean--?

"He was our friend," she says, finally, glaring. "I don't-- I don't know if we could've changed anything, if we'd known, but-- we still should have tried harder to understand while he was-" Her voice is tight, shaky with rage as she speaks, but it breaks on the last word. "Alive."