Sage sort of let out a soft breath in response to her quiet comment, staying silent for a moment, thinking. "Let yourself grieve. Let it out. Give yourself some time to think, to figure out your emotions. Then just keep moving forward, one step at a time," he noted softly. He pulled back slightly so he could meet her eyes, offerig her a small smile, though it was heavy with the thoughts of the people he'd lost too. "Its gets easier," he promised. "It doesn't seem like it...but it will. Focus on the good time you had with her. Celebrate her life while you mourn. It makes it better, in time," he added, hoping she trusted him enough to just keep going. Keep trying. He had given up when Lizzie died...he knew what it was like. How easy it was. He hoped she would be stronger than he had been.

Anya felt her brows pinch together as she listened to him, though only really glanced up at him for a moment before she had to draw her eyes away. She felt awful. She felt like she needed to lock herself up somewhere and never come out. But, what was she meant to do now? Her parents were gone. She was in charge, now. And, right then, she was curled up on someone's couch, crying into the shoulder of someone she barely saw anymore. This had to have been the first time she'd even been down here in years. It didn't seem like it would get easier... things felt like they'd only go down hill from here, and downhill fast. She just nodded and buried her face into his shoulder, trying to hide the tears that were still fighting their way down her face. She didn't know what to say in response to him... all she knew was that she really didn't have a choice but to keep on going.