[Sister. It is still a cruel word. It still wounds her in ways worse than a lance through her cockpit, than bullets biting into her flesh. She cringes, somewhat, at the sound of it, just a tight lifting of her shoulders, just a barely-there twitch of her head. Her only surviving siblings have never called her, so simply, sister and with no reason to believe that the dead can live again here she doesn't think to respond. She doesn't even look up from the pamphlet she's reading.]
[It is someone else's sister, calling out for another woman. It has to be.]
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[It is someone else's sister, calling out for another woman. It has to be.]