[ Okay, cool, so she's not alone. How very on brand for Fillory to bring her more trouble. Not that Alice dislikes Fen— she doesn't. It's just, of all people to run into when she's like this—

Actually, no. Fen knows what it's like to lose someone you love. It's different, but it's still pain that nothing can really heal. There's a tone of despair to it, because you can never get them back.

Alice doesn't get up, but she does look up at Fen, dabbing at her eyes with her sleeve. ]

Being responsible for so much is hard.

[ Understatement of the year. Decade. All of it. ]

I don't— It's not Fillory's fault Quentin died. It's... not really anyone's fault. [ A pause, a little sniffle. ] I think that's why I'm so angry.

[ Tears fill her eyes again, and she breathes in shakily. She doesn't bother fighting the reaction back. Sorry, Fen. ]