"... no, I didn't," Darcy wrinkles her face in displeasure, "but I probably had to tell you at some point."

Finally breaking the contact, because she knows she's going to need to be sitting down for this, Darcy moves to put herself back on the couch.

"Back home, about a year before when I last remember being there, I... was walking home one night from training, and some guy pushed me off a bridge into a river. I drowned. After my Geist brought me back to life, I must've been sitting on the riverbank for hours. And when I... finally got myself up again, I had to walk myself home. Let myself back into the apartment. Reheat my own dinner. I hate having to think about it- it just... sucks, and I always feel like I'm just pitying myself if I chew on it."