Rose shook his head. "Even he couldn't quite explain it. I mean... I know there were reasons. But even then, it makes no sense." She frowned and watched the fire. "I suppose such a thing could never make sense, could it? But then, neither could his death." She believed in justice. And she knew Simon had done a terrible thing. And yet, she could not make sense of the fact that he had to die in such a way. Such an institutionalized, technical manner. A procedure. They hadn't even received a body to bury. Simon had been buried, unmarked, in prison ground. Annihilated entirely. And therefore remaining all the more present.