'Not long enough', he says, and Poison doesn't flinch. Her attention doesn't flicker off the memorial that they're both looking at, but her fingers subtly tighten together and she frowns, thoughts moving one over the other. Not long enough. But it never feels like long enough, does it? Even when one is fit and healthy... and even more so when one is not, or someone close to you is not.

She doesn't say she's sorry, because it feels hollow when there isn't really anything she can do and Carlise has not struck her as the sort to be appreciative of the sentiment.

"Your sins?" Everyone has regrets, but it's this which catches her attention. "What did you do?"