No pain. No pain and it's freeing in a way, it's the reason for the starburst gunshot scar to her chest, the rebar in her stomach, the wings - this water is so cool and gentle against them, though the cuts are shallower by the day.

She's drifting again, a little backwards, and she dips down underwater for her own private moment, perhaps to ponder this question or to just wade while she ruminates upon the same thing Cass does: The similarities with what they say to each other, sometimes.

By the time she comes up, it's just to her chin again, head tilted upward so she can ask Cass with her first surfacing breath, "Why is it for you?"