CT just stares at her for a moment, head tilted, silent and studying, until there's a quiet huff and a shake. "Don't take lessons from South. It never did her any good either, you know. I think it made her feel worse."

Anger as a filter emotion. Every other negative feeling twisted into a form that felt easier to digest in the moment, but that left bruises on the psyche where it had been forced to fit.

...they really were friends, once. It's weird to think that she's deader than either of the two of them that stand here, now.

CT sighs and turns to walk on. "Come on. It can't be far now."