All Ava has really known is loss, of her parents far too early in her childhood. The long years of isolation that followed at the hands of the agency that kept her under close control. It hadn't been until she got swept away to another world that Ava truly felt as if she belonged, was valued for more than just her ability to steal and kill. Now that's gone too.

"I did... I thought..." Ava pauses, swallows roughly. "Thought I was making the right choices. Doing everything I could, to save them," her gaze falls upon the skeleton. She had noticed it before, of course, but hadn't wanted to stare too long. Partly because she didn't feel quite permitted to indulge in a misery that was not her own until now that the Sphinx shares it with her.

And mostly because it reminds her too much of one of the friends she's just lost. Skulduggery had trusted her, and she failed. Ava wipes a bit at her eyes with her dirty sleeve, nodding. "But there really wasn't anything I could do. It isn't fair," she agrees, blinking back more tears. Feels the same powerlessness here to stop the inevitable as her own.

"What was his name?" Because it hurts, she knows. To be the only one to remember.