"Other things getting killed." Dinah dragged a hand through her hair, working up to it. "Spaceships. A hundred at least, all of them exploding, and I was the one-- whoever was dreaming, was the one who aimed at them. Explosions. People bleeding." She shook her head. "Lots of people here have seen death, I think. I mean, I have, but to have it all at once, from all different directions inside my head...."