"You're welcome," she replies, her smile widening for a moment before it fades, making way for a more troubled expression. "It's my fault," she says quietly - an observation, not an invitation for sympathy. This is her doing, so getting Daniel through it all without the hungries taking him apart is really the least she can do. She can't quite help but sound bitter as she adds, "This is what happens if I get out."
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