It never got any easier. I had lost so many friends and besides burying them and marking their graves, I never knew what to do. Every single time, I felt utterly helpless and this was no different. I couldn't comfort myself, I couldn't properly comfort either of them and I felt like I was stuck back in the deep, dark hole that the Island had turned out to be.

"I don't know either," I admitted, then sat down on the floor and rubbed my eyes. They were dry now, but they burned and I didn't think they would stay that way for long.

"I don't know," I said again.