Clarisse snorts. "Guess you don't need germ theory if you have magic." Still fucked up to think about, though. At least in her universe there's, like, both.

She rubs her hands on her thighs. She could decide the conversation's over and she doesn't think Abby would argue with her about it, but that doesn't seem exactly fair, after all this.

Finally: "I did something fucked up and I got people killed. My best friend died. It was bad. And... it isn't the kind of thing that you can spin and make it sound like it wasn't my fault. It was definitely my fault." She clears her throat. "That's the thing I had to tell Ellie about."