"I want to say something terrible to make you stop," she finally says, because she knows. She's noticed by now. She knows it's not Jesus.

None of that helps either of them though. "If I thought it would work I even might." That's how much she doesn't want to talk about this, and her voice is ragged and she's sorry, but apparently they both know the score.

Her nails dig into her arm, and she stares at them.

"I saw you straighten out that necklace Sasha was wearing, before they closed the coffin. The red one, with the silver chain."