Kieren lingers, just a little closer, and gives her a sympathetic look. He knows so many other of the risen that had hurt their families and how close he'd come to doing the same to his father, but he'd fought so, so hard and he'd come out of the rabid state. He's not sure how to comfort her, but all he's got is his own stories.

Besides, he thinks he's not getting much more information until they've talked this through. "Where I come from, after the Rising, there was a bunch of people who joined the Human Volunteer Force. Zombie hunters," he says, quietly and trying not to let images of Gaz and Bill Macy fill his brain, because of all of them, they're the worst of the lot. "My sister was one. She came across me feeding," he manages, choking out the word, "and she didn't kill me. But I still hurt people," he explains. "And if she had pulled that trigger on me, it would've been right. I was meant to be dead," he says. "I'm happy, now, for the second chance, but ... I was meant to be dead and not hurting people."