The dead don’t fight another day, she reminded herself. Just because they’re like you, doesn’t make them crew. She missed Evie, she realized. She missed Ezekiel and Cricket and the feeling she was wrapped up in a story much bigger than herself. It was easier back then, just being the sidekick. Dragged along for the ride, expected to contribute nothing more than the occasional quip and maybe a shoulder to cry on. Her shoulders weren’t strong enough for anything else, after all. She wasn’t big enough to do this on her own. Was she?
