Of course they'd had this conversation before, more than once. It just wasn't something she could move past, not as easily as he was saying anyway.
"It's no one else," she admitted. "It's just me. I feel guilty about leaving them, even if it wasn't my choice. I feel guilty about being here where I'm safe, about being happy." It was like a version of survivor's guilt, really, except she had no idea if the others had survived as well.
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"It's no one else," she admitted. "It's just me. I feel guilty about leaving them, even if it wasn't my choice. I feel guilty about being here where I'm safe, about being happy." It was like a version of survivor's guilt, really, except she had no idea if the others had survived as well.