Cole took the flashlight silently, mirroring Sam's motions and slipping it in his pocket. He wished there was something he could say, because he did realize that this was far worse for Sam than it was for him. He hadn't given a dead woman life with the hope of giving her another chance, only to realize that the only thing that was accomplished was more pain.
"So am I," he said quietly, not out of bitterness or spite, but out of a genuine desire for things to have been different. It was hard to think of an actual person being in that box, but all thoughts turned numb as he followed him out of the apartment. For once, he hoped, as he pressed the elevator button, let it bring them to the right floor with no complications.