'What do I do?' he murmured, unaware he'd spoken aloud until he heard her answer.

'You survive,' she whispered. 'You do what they wouldn't do. You know I used to sit around looking for a way to make sense of what had happened, like there was some kind of answer i could find if i just looked hard enough. Then one day i realised that if there had been one, he would still be here. And i wondered if this... this feeling that i couldn't figure it all out... was what he had been feeling too. I still dont get why he did it, and i still don't like that he did it; but at least i understand a little better what was going through his head.'