[At first she doesn't seem to hear him as she kneels down in front of the grave, metal fingers reaching out but then pulling back, falling short of touching it. She didn't go see the other grave, the one at home with this name on it. Maybe that's all this is, something from her mind they put here. Or maybe every world has the same inevitable end. Or perhaps that sacrifice is remembered everywhere and nowhere. All she knows is she hates it.]
Someone very precious to me. Someone I already lost.