"I said Grim didn't know anything. Just because she doesn't, doesn't mean there's nothing. I clawed my way out of a shallow grave with a gaping void in my chest, and she knows of nothing that would cause that to be possible."

"You..died?"

"I don't know. Perhaps. But here we are." She lowers her arm and the gun.

"You said something about a hole in your chest? May I?" He holds up one glowing hand.

"Perhaps that was just a metaphor."

"Ah. Of course. I suppose when you rise from the grave, you do leave something of yourself behind."

"It's what I lost before going into the grave. There wasn't much of me to lose."

"Do you remember how it happened?"

"Every moment. Crystal clear."

"I'm sorry. That must be awful."

"Honestly. Not as bad as thinking everyone I had an attachment to was dead."

"Tell me about it?"

"About thinking everyone was dead? It wasn’t pleasant."

"Were you told that? Did someone hold something over you?"

"Someone was busy killing me. I had no reason to think the others caught with me were not suffering my fate."

"No, why would you think otherwise? That's truly a terrible thing what happened, Circe."

"Yes. It was. I was lucky. Turns out Mako got clear. But I didn't find that out till later."

"Mako was caught up with that?"

"We didn't see much other choice when we were planning it. And he wouldn't have stayed behind."

"No, he seems like a very loyal friend."

"He is. We were. We didn't have anything else but we had that."

Anders is silent for a moment, and takes another sip of his drink.

"I'm sorry I brought this upon you all. It's not fair."

"You didn't. You got thrown here. Your response is...not necessarily unexpected."

"Haven't...been that low. In a while. Years even."

"-Takes you by surprise when it hits again."