[What would she have done? So many things differently. If they could have it their way, nothing would be as it is now. Not a damn thing.]
We'd have his body. Burial at sea. [An old District 4 tradition, the sea gave to you, so you gave to the sea. That, and the cliffs would erode over time, tumbling any graves down below.] Wouldn't be alone. Have people.
Would be a pretty day out. Would still have my family here. My friends. We would be happy. There wouldn't be anymore sad. Milo would understand. Would never have to learn why his mother is so wrong. Milo would have a father. [Her words were gaining momentum as she kept looking out to sea, salt water stinging her eyes. Both hands were twisting their way into her hair as she kept speaking, louder and louder.] He would be here. He wouldn't be dead. He would have- he would have turned around! He wouldn't have gone! He would have stayed! Stayed with me! He shouldn't have gone!
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We'd have his body. Burial at sea. [An old District 4 tradition, the sea gave to you, so you gave to the sea. That, and the cliffs would erode over time, tumbling any graves down below.] Wouldn't be alone. Have people.
Would be a pretty day out. Would still have my family here. My friends. We would be happy. There wouldn't be anymore sad. Milo would understand. Would never have to learn why his mother is so wrong. Milo would have a father. [Her words were gaining momentum as she kept looking out to sea, salt water stinging her eyes. Both hands were twisting their way into her hair as she kept speaking, louder and louder.] He would be here. He wouldn't be dead. He would have- he would have turned around! He wouldn't have gone! He would have stayed! Stayed with me! He shouldn't have gone!