Farv tried to give her as much reassurance as he possibly could. Hugging her with a tight yet earnest grasp, he whispered, "He's dead." His statement went straight to the point, as it should. There was no way to sugarcoat something that horrible. There was no lesser phrase that existed which could offer the same answer but in an easier way. The hurt was too catastrophic. She gave both of us a single frenzied look as if seeking any tiny lie or hesitancy to hold onto. Unfortunately for her, there wasn't even the smallest ledge. The simple inescapable fact was that her mentor, someone she evidently loved very much, was dead. Gone. "Let me see him." She said as she closed her eyes, fighting back tears- as a soldier does. ...