The news hit her full force and, as it did, she felt like she'd had the breath knocked out of her. She was trying to process it, though, using the many mental techniques that had been helpful to her in the past weeks. After all, she'd just decided that she'd pay whatever the price to make sure she got to remember all of the precious memories.
Lily swallowed hard, blinking rapidly as her eyes stung. "H- How?" she asked, needing the know the gist of the memory before she ever touched the memory itself. If they breached it, she knew it would break her heart—she loved her parents so much. If she could prepare herself for it by knowing what to expect, maybe she'd be able to handle the emotions of it better than otherwise.
Her hand reached her his, entwining their fingers as she held on tight and steeled herself for his answer. All this time she'd thought she'd been disowned. At the very least, her father hadn't. At the very least maybe he'd still loved her. "How did he die? Was I still close to him? Was this— before or after you and I were close?" She needed the puzzle pieces, needed to be able to fit them together and, whenever they reached the actual memory, it could serve as the final puzzle piece to put the whole picture together.