She doesn't shift from her place in his arms, but her arms weave their way around his middle and hold tight. She lost Rosa ten years ago and still grieved her, never forgot her. Liz nearly died, would have if not for Max. And here's Alex, her best friend who went to war telling her that this is the place that got him.

What was it with her friends? Why was death always following their group?

She doesn't think she would have managed very well with Alex dying on her here, even if he did, apparently, come back.

She's quiet as she thinks over the question.

"Tell me about Bass," she says finally. "I'm sure you're in good hands, but I want to know for myself. I didn't get a chance to interrogate you when this first started, so consider this my due."