Kitty stayed quiet longer than previously, both processing what Maya said (and didn't) about Fisk and what she said about loss. She sipped from her water, but mostly to fiddle with the glass.

Eventually, different words, more free-form spilled out of her. "Sometimes I think that's my problem. Nothing is part of me. Even me. I don't grow around spikes or losses. I just pass through them or they through me and leave them behind. But then I realize, it's really that loss is all I am. From atoms of myself to my identities and history and the people I love."

Her lips pursed though, heart dissatisfied with that response. "I feel like there's a better way to understand that without resorting to cliches like containing multitudes."

Maya hadn't meant it as an intellectual puzzle and it wasn't. But Kitty was Jewish and having three different ways to say everything might as well be law.