She didn't know what to do with those words. Everything she'd come to love and everything she'd once lost seemed to have thrown itself into a complete disarray, made of Oliver's voice in her ears and Oliver's blood on her hands. Too real. Too here. Too alive. Ripping up ghosts and graves she thought she'd made peace with when she took her name and chose the only future available.

"You should save your strength," she says,

like the only thing she's thinking isn't 'you're supposed to be dead.'