( There's an answer she has already, a bit adjusted for Ana's response, but her conviction is strong. After all she's here, now, when she should be dead--and it does occur to Mercy, obliquely, that if that's true, then something isn't quite right. Ana, the woman whom she looked up to, was never flappable, but being brought back from the dead is something remarkable. )
You're here. Isn't that a good place... ( To start, she means to say, but her response now dies and she begins to mentally readjust for whatever it is now visible before her. Even if nothing really makes sense in this situation, Mercy can't understand what she's seeing when she sees the older woman's face, her hair. Mercy's brow knits and her smile fails her. ) Ana, what's happened to you? You were--younger, when you died.
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You're here. Isn't that a good place... ( To start, she means to say, but her response now dies and she begins to mentally readjust for whatever it is now visible before her. Even if nothing really makes sense in this situation, Mercy can't understand what she's seeing when she sees the older woman's face, her hair. Mercy's brow knits and her smile fails her. ) Ana, what's happened to you? You were--younger, when you died.