Hawkeye stares wide-eyed at the young Korean girl across from him.
"She died," the girl continues, "From sickness. We starve, and baby sister die from sickness. She sick from bad food."
Hawkeye blinks. "Why didn't you ask for help before, when she was still alive, and we could have helped?"
"No time." The girl gestures, frantic. "Mama want wood for marker. Hurry."
He gladly hands it over. "I'm sure I could get a few people together to help you build a coffin."
The girl stares, surprised. "We starve. We eat her."
Hours later, Hawkeye's muffled sobs can still be heard.