She wants to laugh, but instead what comes out is just an exhale, mirthless and tired. She's so tired, to have said all that, the weight of it shared a touch and the absence throwing the rest into relief.

"Do you want a third? Three chances always seem to be just enough."

Three wishes, three brothers, three people who will come in for the kill if it's warranted.

"Least I can offer, after putting all that on your shoulders."