Life is loss. As they slit the throat of poor Lilly, an innocent creature cut short because it knew them.

But you don't have to let it win. As he slits his own throat, hears John's desperation in a way he hadn't ever before.

His throat goes tight, but while he glances away, he doesn't try to hide his face.

"We carry it because they can't," he says. Softly, thickly. "Because they... because someone fucking has to remember them."