[He's grateful for it, and looks around for a fallen tree or a couple of rocks to sit on. There's no such luck, so he just faces her and sucks in a steadying breath.]

When I was home - a lot happened, obviously. Allison broke up with me months ago, and--

[His mouth dries up for a moment, and he pauses to swallow, wet his lips with a dry tongue, anything. It's like swallowing sandpaper.]

There was this big fight, these things we couldn't stop. We were trying to save our friends, and Allison...

[He swallows hard again. He doesn't know how to word it, because it never feels like enough, no matter how he says it.]

She figured out how to kill them, she figured the whole thing out, but - they killed her. [It still doesn't sound real.]