"I wish I could say I did. It's...foggy in my head. More than usual on that subject. I just remember being in a lot of pain. Refusing to lay down and die. My father disappearing on me. More than that, it's nigh impossible to make out. I hope his carcass is rotting in a ditch somewhere, and I'll be content enough to believe that happened in lieu of a better explanation."

It isn't enough, she knows. She knows it'd be better to have a definite answer, but...she doesn't.

"The point is, I'm certain it's broken apart. We got out. Even if we're not all together."