Her stamina, her years of surviving alone, it amounts to nothing. It has brought her here – to die alongside those she never bothered to really know. She whispers an apology to those she shirked, not wanting to accept help or comfort. She whispers her regrets to Hector, who she should have married if she weren’t such a coward. And finally, she whispers to her den of girls and prays they’ll be in the next world, waiting.
