( Maybe it shouldn't, but the question catches her off guard. Whoever said she isn't afraid? So why does she keep ending up here? Does she have a death wish? Is she just reckless? )

Not exactly.

I've already been to the Library. That loop's closed. I shouldn't be here. Whatever happens now- ( She smiles, shrugging. It's still slightly novel, the idea that her life is entirely her own, no promises to live up to, no timelines to keep in order. )

I'm not invincible, sweetie. Not anymore.

( If she's being honest, the truth is, now more than ever, she's living like she's already dead. )