[Fang hadn't thought of it like that; the question gave her pause.]

...Feels like I do, but that's just me bein' selfish. I know I shouldn't. [The turnskin sagged a little, the inevitability of their tragedies suddenly heavy.] Won't change a damn thing—and if it did? That's how the world got into the right mess it is now.

It's like she's a ghost, only half-there as a memory.