Sonia's still struggling to catch her breath as Tarn hauls her up, her feet almost going out from under her, but she's tall enough not to trip and fall, to get her feet on level ground again. She casts a panicked look over at Miles's body -- definitely stunned, definitely not dead -- but death is all around them, the fighting still ongoing, even, and Tarn's words cut her deeper than any blow. An involuntary sob squeaks out of her. She hates this. She's always hated this. Wasted indeed.

"You leave him alone," Sonia says to Tarn furiously through the tears that start to roll down her cheeks. "You have me, just -- leave him alone!"