[Kirk can't help but wonder that very thing, if Edgin holds a hope that she might be alive because he didn't witness her death, but he keeps those thoughts to himself the best he can. Part of him doesn't want to sew hope until he can look into it... Because he was going to.
He kneels down by Edgin and pulls him against his chest and holds him tightly as he's overwhelmed by the broken emotions, like daggers against him, but he endures it while he holds him tightly like he might keep him from falling apart.]
No... No it shouldn't have.
[He pauses...]
Use me. Use me to get back at them for what they did to you... to them.
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He kneels down by Edgin and pulls him against his chest and holds him tightly as he's overwhelmed by the broken emotions, like daggers against him, but he endures it while he holds him tightly like he might keep him from falling apart.]
No... No it shouldn't have.
[He pauses...]
Use me. Use me to get back at them for what they did to you... to them.