Vieve came to a full stop in front of Charlie. A look of confusion crossed her face -- a look that lasted only a few moments as he began to speak. The look fell into one of sadness and guilt. Her eyes focused on the ground between them, even as he kissed her forehead.
"I don't think I did," she said softly, "but thank you." No amount of reassurance was ever going to assuage her guilt -- not really. Maybe one day she would be able to forgive herself, but it would never bring him back. Nothing would do that.
She squeezed his hand gently. "We all lost something, right? Now we just have to make their sacrifice worth it. That's our job now."