[Dash walked over, flopping down on the couch and grinning. It was still really fucking weird to have Mirror... Back. Memoryless, but back. Alive. Talking. Writing up lists. It hurt while at the same time felt like a huge relief. Dash was not good at emotional crap, so he just kicked his feet up and thought about the question.]

I lost track of it in the fire, honestly. A lot of people died and not everyone came back--but roughly in the several thousands, at least.