[i]"You lose someone important to you."[/i] [b]She had figured as much. Desmond was a steel trap. As far as she knew, he read minds. He had that kind of presence. Cold and distant, yet always watchful. If he was a building, she swore he would have been a watchtower for a prison.[/b] [b]She rested her chin against her knees, closing her eyes as she returned to her silence. She'd make sure to only say what she needed.[/b]