Yeah. But I think...regardless, she couldn't answer any of them. Something was holding her back. Something...did that to her.

[In that she was kept silent by something. Whether it was the system, or the true mastermind, or something else...]

[But he knows that hardly matters, now. He looks at the flowers for a long moment. Flowers in her hands...there's a churning of discomfort and conflict, in his chest.]

Someone felt bad about it, with a presentation like that. Maybe...maybe it was....something they saw as merciful.

[But death is death.]