[She doesn't argue, nor does she seem all that bothered by his fierce tone and angry eye. How could she when she knows the depths of grief herself? She had felt the same sort of fury when Jim shot Mario, she had felt that same gut wrenching sorrow that seemed to both burn out her insides and drain her of everything when she had lost her child.]

You're right, it's not fair.

[She says softly and after a long pause she turns her head to look at Alfred, who is standing off to one side of the service. Calm and stoic.]

At least you don't have to grieve alone.