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What kills you makes you stronger.

I don't think that's how the saying goes.

I must have heard it wrong, then.

Have you died recently?

Would I be walking around if I had?

I don't know. I know a few people who haven't let death stop them.

You must have some very interesting friends.

Oh I never called them friends. In fact, most of them have tried to kill me at some point or another.

That's not a friendly thing to do, is it.

I'll admit, I don't really have a lot of friends, but no. I don't think it is.

I can sympathize with the lack of friends. Can count mine on one hand.

It's a shame, isn't it?

Not really. Makes it easier, for the most part, to stand on my own.

You don't want friends?

I do. Doesn't mean I'll hold my breath.

Extends her hand with a grin. Elle.

Shakes it gently. Davis.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Davis.

Likewise, Elle.