[Her head snaps with the impact, and she slowly turns it back to face front. Right now her mind is just reeling to find a way to save the man next to her, or to comfort him, even if it was merely false hope. But she comes up with nothing, her expression saddening for just the slightest second before she steels her face, eyes downcast. She refuses to answer such an insulting question. It's not going to save either of them anyway.
She just whispers to the man next to her, in English:] You fought valiantly. I'm so sorry this has happened to you. [Diplomacy check of 39 to comfort in face of death, help find acceptance, or whatever that might do.]
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She just whispers to the man next to her, in English:] You fought valiantly. I'm so sorry this has happened to you. [Diplomacy check of 39 to comfort in face of death, help find acceptance, or whatever that might do.]