[Oh, God. Of all possible things, this is the one Shepard least wanted to hear - that it had been a slow death. A frustrating death, locked out of shelter, because of some failure, some mistake... Miranda isn't supposed to make these kind of mistakes.]
Thank you for letting me know. [Still carefully controlled, though she manages to make that thanks sound genuine.] If there's a body - it would be in the funeral house or the hospital, then?
...it's no trouble. You deserve to know. [Plus, Miranda asked him to do it, and he's not the type of person to go back on someone's dying wish.]
I assume so. I suppose there's a chance she could wind up in the chapel; it's closest to where...well, it would have been closest to her. But God only knows if that will be taken into account. [Nothing in this awful place makes any sense.]
Still. I appreciate it. [With all the talk she's heard about trust issues... reaching out is what she does. All she can do. What she does when she feels lost.]
I'm still moving West, towards the funeral home, maybe the hospital... I guess we're both in the same boat now. Waiting.
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Thank you for letting me know. [Still carefully controlled, though she manages to make that thanks sound genuine.] If there's a body - it would be in the funeral house or the hospital, then?
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I assume so. I suppose there's a chance she could wind up in the chapel; it's closest to where...well, it would have been closest to her. But God only knows if that will be taken into account. [Nothing in this awful place makes any sense.]
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I'm still moving West, towards the funeral home, maybe the hospital... I guess we're both in the same boat now. Waiting.