[There's a long stretch of nothing from her. Not even breathing or any such movement, because it feels like he's just punched her very solidly in the gut. When her voice returns, it's weighted.]
You can't.
[The shock falls away, replaced by fury.]
You can't do that! You can't chase down death when you--when I-- [She doesn't have the words. What she's said so far has been nearly incoherent already, having poured out so quickly and with such heat.]
no subject
You can't.
[The shock falls away, replaced by fury.]
You can't do that! You can't chase down death when you--when I-- [She doesn't have the words. What she's said so far has been nearly incoherent already, having poured out so quickly and with such heat.]
It's bullcrap!