She's dead.

She's dead.

[A pain-filled sob, abruptly cut off.]

Kloe.

Zhaneel asked me to tell you--she doesn't blame you.

She's dead. [There's disbelief in her tone--a running mantra of horror and pain.]

She said... you are her friend.

And she does not blame you.

[Silence for a moment.]

But she's dead...