"I remember," George said, choking on his word a little. He wiped his eyes with his free hand. He had to keep it together, for her. He had to keep down the guilt and the knowledge that this was his fault, that he'd caused this by telling her the truth.
"I remember. You were braver than you had any right to be, you know that? It amazed me. God, I was an adult when I died, and I'd signed up for it, more or less, and I was scared. Glad that they were finally killing me, but scared. You were just a kid, and you had more spine than any of the people watching."