"Is that what they are?" For all that she'd thought of herself as the Betrothed of Darkness, she never really had much experience with the dead. Or any, for that matter. 'The dead don't talk back, stupid.' Her heart sinks a little with every departed friend he named. There's not much she wouldn't give right about now for the warm serenity of Fauxhalla, or even a chance to actually talk things through with Baal or Inanna without constantly staring down the barrel of their fates.

"Yeah kid, you too." Her voice is quiet and rough, but she does mean it. For all the lies between them, she's still fond of him beyond measure. Her tongue runs across her lips. She might not want to explain, but she knows she owes him at least a bit of one. But then another idea occurs. "Wait, what about Will?