[ She'll follow his lead, quietly, eyes on the road for the most part. Eventually, she just shakes her head. ]

It's just... this is so familiar. And you don't remember. [ She smiles, a gentle and sad thing. ] It's not your fault. But when it happened, you were there for everything.... I think I'm just being selfish. I don't want to be alone.

[ Finally she looks at him. ]

... I'm okay. Luke ... I think, if he could get away with it, he would never tell you. He wouldn't want to make you sad, or ... burden you. He's always like that... [ She brushes her hair back behind her ear. ] ... but I still believe the people who care about him deserve to know.

[ She's silent, then. Steeling her courage. Her will. Her gut, really. Thinking about it makes her sick, even now. Watching him fade, dissolve away, had not been the hardest part. It had been the moment immediately after, when he was just gone, when there was absolute nothingness where his warmth had been. In that moment, she'd wanted to die too.

Hence why there is emotion in her voice when she finally speaks. She banks it enough for her words to be clear, but they are tense beneath, fraught with her pain. ]

... he died. You were with me when it happened. Watching him... fade away.