When we go, she might cry. [She pauses. If he's nervous about opening his heart on this - and she can't blame him, she is, too - then she'll start.] ...If I had met you guys before the fire, I would have cried all day when you left. What about you? You had some friends didn't you? But...

[She knows he probably wasn't close to them. He couldn't be. Their wishes were born from a certain pain, after all.]