It was awful, maybe, to smile at that, but she did, a bit, the hard, quick curve of her lips proof enough of the truth in his words. He'd no idea how hard it had been, how hard it had made her. That was alright by her. She couldn't forget, but he didn't need to know.

"It's the only thing that makes sense to do," she said. She hoped his loss wouldn't harden him the way hers had done, but the more violent the death, the harder it seemed to bear. There had just been so damn much injustice, nothing she could ever put right. "Anyway, it was a long time ago."