[ She's shivering. The glow, it's blue, like the attic where she died. It's red, like the wasteland where he killed her. And she can't— ]

Come on. You- you have t-to...have noticed. I g-get tired easily. I always need to- to lean. Haven't you seen how my- my legs shake? My arms?

[ Maybe she's hyperaware of it. Of how different it is now. ]

Before, I— [ She blinks, eyesight blurring. Her voice shakes. ] Something...happened to me.

[ A jolt of pain, and she starts to curl in on herself. ]

—I-I died! [ And just like that, the pain recedes. ] I was- k-killed, and the- the injuries- something...saved me, it- restarted my heart but the injuries, they didn't—

[ She feels sick. She squeezes her eyes shut. ]

They hurt. My l-legs, and- my arms, and m-my eyes, they- They n-never stopped- they always hurt!