She thought she understood so she didn't press the matter but instead stayed quiet as he continued to speak. Molly listened intently to him, gaze never leaving his face even when he hung his head. After a second, when she thought he might be finished, she finally allowed a bit of her own wisdom - which was well beyond her tender years but had been earned through more heartache than most would ever have to endure - to shine through.
"It's what happens that makes us who we are," she stated simply. "Just like you said a minute ago. Losing my parents was sad, but I've met lots of good people too and probably never would have if I hadn't lost them and been able to do what I can do. I think the same goes for you."
It made sense to her, anyway. She might have continued, too, but instead her mind switched tracks yet again and Molly all but hesitated before asking her next question. When she posed it, her tone was quiet. Almost as though she was worried he might not answer her, or that it was wrong for her to ask.