"That's why I'd rather you didn't know," she says, both wry and a bit weary, as she reaches over to pat the girl's arm. Dee's already seen more friends die than someone her age ought to, and it seems cruel to tell her to expect another one. "It's not just--it would..." she trails off, frustrated. She tries again, choosing her words carefully, "I feel as if I can't tell anyone without making things worse."