I was really scared. Even just to say this much, I was scared...I don't want anyone to know that he's the little kid I talk about when I think of home.

[She squeezes Moody Blues's hand, rubbing at her damp cheek with a fist made out of her free hand.]

I know he's hard to get along with. Sometimes he's even mean. But I don't want anybody to use me against him and I'm sure that they will, if they know. Someday someone will get mad and say, "I don't even know why Reimi died for you, you don't deserve it," and I can't — I won't, I can't let that happen.