[That... was mildly sobering. She considered his words for a long while. In that time, she focused only on moving her feet, keeping her sluggish limbs moving, even though they felt far heavier than they were supposed to.]

[The small gesture against her shoulder was... odd, but not unwelcome. Later, she would feel guilty for how kind the man was being, despite her attitude. Now though, she could only process one thought, one emotion at a time.]

I didn't get through. Not really. [She lifted an arm, gazing at the too-purple network of veins against her wrist an elbow. She recalled the moment when it stopped, when her body finally collapsed in sheer exhaustion after a decade of hell.]

That was how I got here. It killed me. [Why she was saying this, she didn't know. The fog in her brain pressed in tighter, clouding what little judgement remained. Right now, even though her tongue felt fuzzy, it just felt right to continue talking.]

The Ingress put me back together, but only just.