She can't be here because she is six feet underground in NORMANDY! [Remy catches himself and slumps back in his chair, massaging his temples. He hadn't meant to shout that particular detail. At all. Still the thought...he'd wanted, and wished, and even were it possible here he'd been a pallbearer. He'd closed the lid of the casket himself. And strange as it was to be talking to Gambit, of all people, accepting that Adele was here, now...it made him far too painfully hopeful and depressed at once.]

...forgive me. It...it was relatively recent. And I have not quite managed to wrap my mind around the loss, just yet.