Conversation seemed impossibly hard. Asking if he'd seen it before had crossed her mind, but opening her mouth and speaking the words just seemed ... impossible.
She shook her head when John went on about what he was supposed to do. Brown eyes shifted to him, and she reached out one hand. She clearly wasn't good company yet, and she tried to smile but her lips quivered.
"He was my favorite cousin," she said softly, the words catching in her throat. "I mean ... not ... like I had a ranking or anything, and Meg was my best friend, but Hugo was ... I mean ...."
She caught her lower lip between her teeth, biting down on it as it quivered. "He was family, and ... it ... to die like that. Alone and mauled by a bear ... and ... it's ... and they try to pretend it's an accident, like they didn't fucking do it on purpose, knowing ..." Lily swallowed hard and stared at the TV. "They knew what would happen. What ... the bears would do when they didn't find their fucking armor.
"And then they had to show us the bodies because they're sadistic fucking assholes."