[The place they chose... it sounded good. But they hadn't come here to die. They'd come here hoping to live.

Still.] I don't know if it's about right or privilege as much as it's about... respect and honor. Acknowledging where life was... [she shuts her eyes more tightly, remembering the tiny body under the blanket] ...remembering.

[The practical issues of burying the bodies keep coming up. She doesn't even know the funeral rites of these people. Opening her eyes she finally drops her hands and begins to straighten.] But it might be best just to... seal this place up before we go and an erect a memorial. So they're remembered, and so no one who comes here has to disturb them again.