The people who've lost others would be thankful, [ she reminds him quietly, ] so at the very least, our compassion won't go unnoticed. You have to remember that.

[ the small things she'd mentioned. blue and grey are colors too. ]

The city they live in might not care as a whole, but the people inside can start building something together. Memorials, communities that might hold enough sway to have actual officials look for the missing one day, or at least... places they can go where they're comforted by people who understand. It starts small.

[ and it grows, like a seed. this is unshakeable to her. ]