Still watching the credits roll, but: She fought for them. She saw it all beforehand, saw her part through, but refused to let theirs end as foretold. Because she loved them. Her memory - physical and not - lead them all the way to the discovery of their own fate. And she committed her boys' story to stone and wood.
And after that, she left her love his own story. How it started and how it will go on. She painted him in her colour. He is worshipped. He is loved. He will know what that kind of love feels like. He has a role - one he never imagined, but one he will take. He has a reason to live.
To grieve deeply is to have loved fully. Open your heart to the world as you have opened it to me and you will find every reason to keep living in it.
He has a path. Both of her boys do.
