How do you tell a child that it's over? How do you explain in short, fleeting moments that they have reached the end?

I was always so proud of this child. I hadn't known her for long, but when we found her, she was like a celestial reminder that good remained in the world and that we always have something to fight for. She brought us a reminder of innocence in our darkest and most twisted days, and for that I will forever be thankful.

I had loved watching her grow up. She would tell me tales of imaginary people...