[ she hesitates, not sure if she wants to talk about it or not. Cashmere offers a small shrug, setting her own fork and knife aside for the moment. ]

We don't need to get into all of it now. I knew I was going to die but I don't think you can ever be prepared for it. [ she sighs, and avoids making eye contact with Jack. ] Still. The moment I knew my brother was dead I didn't want to live anymore.

[ Cashmere lifts her gaze to look at him again. ] Sometimes this stupid cave doesn't seem half-bad.