Sisse hadn't disagreeing with her friends, with anyone really. It always made her feel sick to her stomach. She could feel her jaw tightening with tension, but she couldn't agree with Lester. The truth escaped out of her in quiet words, "I don't think I can bear to hope." Not after her mother. Not after everything.

And then the nervous words starting pouring out, "I know that sounds horrible, but I can't have my hopes dashed, can bare to mourn her more than once. If her family believes, I just...." The tears were welling again, threatening to fall down her cheeks. She dashed her hand over her cheeks feeling one escape. "I just, can't." She couldn't meet his gaze and found herself looking at her lap feeling every ounce the traitor that he likely saw her as.