She'll need their - she'd need them. I know.

[ At least, he hopes that's how it works. That they may be something wholly new when they return - well, he's heard the idea, and he doesn't care for it much. ]

Still seemed... [ Jim visibly bites off his words, cheeks puffing out and sucking in. Wrong to leave them there, no funeral, no proper burial. ] ...Wish we could've stayed. But I'm not letting this be for nothing.