The questions will always linger in the back of his mind, about how it happened for her. But he was already there to witness when she heard how she died on those tapes. He can't bring himself to ask. He can't bring himself to make her think about it one second longer than she has to. What does it matter now? They're here and it's over. This is them moving forward. They don't need to look back.

"Yeah," he chokes on just that one word, almost too overcome with the emotion of it all to be able to form words. But he has to. She needs to hear this. "It's good. We did it, Daisy. We made it to somewhere better."