It’s not permanent. [She glances towards the body, a rather blank expression on her face.] At least - in the trials. Never is.

[Wendy’s not quite sure what’s worse - being killed permanently or being killed and brought back, killed and brought back, over and over and over…

She blinks, shakes her head. Did she hear him correctly?]

What? No. I’m not going anywhere. [A frown.] We can speak later, but I’m not leaving you here. That’s absolutely out of the question.