[She leads him from the park over to the Memorial Gardens, stopping a short distance from the flowers to finger the leaves on a skinny little sapling. A plaque embedded in the ground beneath it reads For the Residents of World Four.
She knows this is, in effect, telling him the truth of what she did. But he was talking about getting over the pain, and she wants him to know that she has started the process.]
This one's mine. I planted it right after I got here. Right after I found out.