Karen nods, leaning into his touch, a choked breath escaping her. If talking about it is going to make her feel unburdened somehow, it hasn't happened yet, and she certainly doesn't expect it to alleviate her guilt. She still did what she did. Her brother's death is still her responsibility. Nothing will change that. Maybe at some point down the line, when everything isn't still so raw, it will feel like a weight off her shoulders to have shared this truth with someone else, but it won't let her off the hook for any of it. Knowing that feels important. Right now, she's too much of a mess, anyway, the last two weeks having worn her down, tonight only making it worse.

"Yeah," she says. "By the end. It started small, but it was... all about that. That day you saw me wander out into the street, I'd seen him standing there, looking like he did after the car flipped." And then tonight was worse than any of it, but having said so much already, she's not sure how to get into all of that. She needs a few moments first, time to process having given voice to this. Back home, Ben knew, and then Ellison, but they found out on their own, and she never really talked about it with them. Even having known it would probably be fine, this is different.

"I've never told anyone that before."