"We shall start from the beginning, or in this case, the end," Lin said humorlessly.  "Give us, if you would, a first hand account of your demise."
 
Julia's fingers ran cold and she bowed her head a little.  She thought she had been prepared for this part but looked at Derek, seeing the quick flash of pain that was quickly hidden from others in his gaze.  Then she straightened and, continued to stand, faced the tribunal.
 
She knew he meant Ireland and what had happened there, but she wasn't going to make it easy on him and raised her chin a notch "Which time, Sir?"
 
Julia had, in fact, died twice.  Once in Ireland and once while offering herself when Derek had died, so that he would continue to live.

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