[ At the school uniform skirt, Rebecca's hand curls to a fist. Her mouth, so dry, yet her eyes--

No, she won't. She won't cry, not again. Not after another night fraught with horrible dreams, their last conversation echoing in her head. ]

You- you're the first one I've m-mentioned that to. It's funny, I'm not- a-avoiding talking about her, it's just- just easier, not to- w-we have other things to worry about, right now.

[ But it's clear, despite that, this can't stop playing at her mind. ]