[ It's getting easier to contain herself, but hardly any easier to process everything she'd just seen. It shows on her face, and she still finds tears needing to be wiped away from her eyes. Ellie takes her sleeve and pulls it over the heel of her hand, drying her face with the fabric. ]
I'm immune.
[ She says very matter-of-factly, but not without deep regret in her voice. ]
no subject
I'm immune.
[ She says very matter-of-factly, but not without deep regret in her voice. ]