'Pfeifer shakes his head, whispers to S., “She's gone. She's here, but gone.”
“She’s keeping up,” S. whispers back. “She’s doing everything that we are.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t see it. She’s gone. It’s what happens. You love, you lose, then you die. Even if you survive, you did. Think about Ostrero: couldn’t stand to be without his wife and kids. Lost his nerve. And now her. She’s not who she was this morning. Never will be.