Andrew barely hears her. He looks more stunned than anything else.

You came back to fight. You came back to fight.

You didn't give up --



(Somewhere deep inside him, a constricted knot of grieving anger is slowly, painfully, starting to ease.)



He pulls in a ragged gulp of air, his head dropping forward as though it's suddenly too heavy to hold up, and mumbles something low and broken-sounding -- too low, in fact, to make out the words.