[ Sarah's first thought, above all else, is: God dammit, Cosima, why can't you ever date anyone normal? Her second thought is that she's glad that George, despite technically being dead, isn't dead like this, with the cold skin and the pulselessness and... then her third thought is that, oh, she's touching a dead person and the dead person is sitting there talking to her like everything's fine, and she jerks her hand away, startled. ]]
Jesus Christ, oh bloody hell—
[ Then, taking a deep breath, she recovers somewhat. ]
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Jesus Christ, oh bloody hell—
[ Then, taking a deep breath, she recovers somewhat. ]
Sorry. Sorry, just wasn't expecting.