"Good," she murmured. Sherry could feel the soft, fuzzy darkness in the back of her mind spread out and lure her into sleep. And per her usual, Sherry fought it. It wasn't a particularly good spot to fall asleep, even if Leon was almost as comfortable as Claire. And people would be making her move soon. "I would beat you up until you were alive again, and then I'd hand you over to Mom."

Who would probably kill him again. Oh, vicious, loving cycles.