[ There's not much she can say to that. There's a curve of a smile to her eyes, tired though she is, and a lump forms in her throat. But no tears. Not right now. She's simply too tired for that.

She nibbles more slowly on her second burrito while he processes what she's told him. There were probably less dramatic ways to drop that on his lap. But right now, she really can't think of any.

At his tentative question, she licks her lips, then sets her food down as she shakes her head. ]

No. no, not really. It was the loss of everything, everyone else that was worth mourning. Revenge wouldn't bring you--all of you back.

The person he used to be was lost a long time ago. It just took me a while to realise it. [the smile that forms is mirthless, lopsided and brief] Nothing I could have done to the person I found would have been worse than what he did to himself. And I wasn't going to let him drag me any further down with him.

[He was a coward. And she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of dictating her actions any more, even at his end.]