Breaths came unsteady. She found herself focusing on them. "You haven't said anything, really," she answered. Not more than what she had asked, by any rate. Senna didn't know anything about Nigredo, other than he was very possibly a really depressed kid. And something cut away from the rest of the world.

"If you don't want to, you know have to," she went on, lowering her hand from her face to look at him. Who told you, stuff like that was the wrong way to start this, wasn't it? Maybe something lighter. Easier than what wasn't allowed. "But what about your siblings? Weren't you friends with them?"