Nita snorts at the comedy of it all, though she recovers.
Then she sighs, slumping back against the bench.
"I saw Sven was missing and... snapped, I guess. Acted in anger instead of compassion, like you would have."
Or like Kit would have, Nita doesn't say. There's echoes of guilt and grief all throughout her mind, now - and, far more distantly, more perceivable to Xander than Nita, a separate source of guilt and pain.
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Then she sighs, slumping back against the bench.
"I saw Sven was missing and... snapped, I guess. Acted in anger instead of compassion, like you would have."
Or like Kit would have, Nita doesn't say. There's echoes of guilt and grief all throughout her mind, now - and, far more distantly, more perceivable to Xander than Nita, a separate source of guilt and pain.