That got a very long, very thoughtful silence from Ryder. He'd never met anyone who'd died and come back before--everyone he knew who died...well, stayed dead. Very dead. "What you're saying is, you fought this thing since you were a child?" Not a Nash, then--not at all. Even if this kid had lost her fight, she had fought. Interesting. Losing was losing, but going down fighting was a lot better than going down sniveling and drowning in your own snot in the backseat of your car.