Fred's eyes closed as if she were thinking. Actually, she were remembering, or trying to. She was working through the moment she realized something had gone wrong, or wondered when it had. Her hands rested on her lap, and her lips moved a little.
"No. They didn't have to die. But, they had to." Her brows furrowed before her eyes opened. She looked so very sad. "He had to be more real; the only way to be more real is to be full." She wasn't even sure that made sense, but it did somehow. She looked over at the pair of them, hoping they got more out of it than she had. It hadn't made any sense.