She said the wrong thing, she can feel it in her nonexistent bones. "Sounds like a very noble thing to do together."

The question directed to her surprises her a bit but it's easy to talk about her spouse since his passing is arguably peaceful, troubles aside. "I was. Francisco was a bit rough and tumblr at times but he was a good man who meant well.

He's over there," she directs, pointing to the row of tombstones far from here but distinct enough in view due to the care around its plot thanks to her and others looking after it. "Right next to me, see?"