[she sees a flicker of movement in her peripheral vision, Caitlyn's tensing. as her eyes flicker over to look at her, enough to see that her eyes had widened. jaw and arms clenched and tense.

... she knows Caitlyn too well by now. she knows there's something she's holding back.

she puts her feet on the ground and sits up, placing her bottle on the table in front of her. even in her drunk state, her gaze is probably piercing. trying to read her.]

Yeah, like... someone dying instead of a bunch of others. Of having a whole reality where things were better without them.

[and now her eyes narrow, watching carefully for Caitlyn's reaction.

did she know... ?]

There's some people who experienced that.