Mm. Be it a broken neck, or their own hearts.

[She frowns in thought, and resists the urge to reach for the five photos at her side.

Incidentally for flavor text, the ones Adelina drew for her are hung up on the wall with thumb tacks, just above her desk. And on the western wall closer to her bed is a painting.]

Elda once told me something. She said that people can be killed by loneliness. [...] I'm not sure why I can't get that out of my head now.