Her eyes were getting wider and wetter as Theo went on, but Priya managed to hold it together. He was touching on the rawest part of her existence, but her need to know what happened was stronger than the desire to start crying.
“Yeah...” she agreed softly, still wrestling with a pit of dread in her stomach. She chewed over the Inquisitor's words carefully, trying to make sense of it all before she asked her next question--she wanted to make the best use of their time together that she could. Although he said she was stable, her days were not consecutive, and although she was better at staying coherent, she didn't know when that might change. Priya drew in a breath, paused, and then asked, “Wh- Where did I die? And... um... how?”
“Yeah...” she agreed softly, still wrestling with a pit of dread in her stomach. She chewed over the Inquisitor's words carefully, trying to make sense of it all before she asked her next question--she wanted to make the best use of their time together that she could. Although he said she was stable, her days were not consecutive, and although she was better at staying coherent, she didn't know when that might change. Priya drew in a breath, paused, and then asked, “Wh- Where did I die? And... um... how?”