Miles sat still for a moment, a finger half-lifted as if to point at Sarissa, then letting it fall as she looked away. The fire crackled in the brazier behind them, low and steady. Outside, the storm had passed, but the silence it left behind was heavier than thunder.
Sarissa stared at her palms, thumbs slowly rubbing together. She didn't look at him.
"You were going to ask."
"Yeah." Miles said quietly. "You said you had to kill yourself."
She exhaled, and her breath shook a little.
"Didn't you say that you decided not to regress anymore?"
"I don't mean to end my life in the regressing sense." Her voice was steady now, but her eyes stayed downcast. "Not anymore. Not after everything we faced and are still going to face. I mean..." She raised her hands, then lowered them to her lap. "[Regression]."
"Your skill?" Miles blinked. He leaned back slightly, brow furrowed.
"Yes and no. It's not just a skill anymore. Not for me." She nodded.
