Elle remembers seeing the two of them together, bickering and smirking. She imagines what it'd be like, losing someone so close, someone who practically shares your blood. She thinks of Veronica, and of... of someone she can't remember. Who has she lost? She doesn't know. But she knows this feeling, gut-wrenching and heart rending, and for a moment, her face closes, brow drawing together.

"I'm so sorry," she murmurs, her voice thick with emotions more real and stronger than her memories. She knows that those words probably isn't much consolation. But... She doesn't know what else to say.