"I'm ... I'm really sorry," she said, hesitantly. "I can't even ... I can't imagine what that would be like."

She shivered, trying not to see that scene in her own mind; her mother and father, bleeding, dying, lying on the ground as their lives slipped away. At eight.

"Does it help?" she asked. "Acting all ... carefree. Does it ... I dunno. Hurt less?"