"All of them." Kenzie drops down into a crouch, staring at the ground between her toes as if it might offer an answer, healing, something.

"They all fuckin' died, okay?" Kenzie presses her hands up against her ears, the side of her head, as if trying to contain a pressure coming from within her own head. She might well be.

"I should've been the first one that got it but the rest of them did and I don't--" She bites back a curse. She doesn't need to talk about this with someone or something. She's got this handled.

"--don't see how it's your fucking business, though."