I got over the woman's death pretty quickly. This is not too surprising to me for two specific reasons. The first is that people had died around me before and I had already had the idea that I might have been responsible in some way, so I was starting to get pretty used to it. Yeah that sounds really stupid, too bad I actually have to get used to it. Too bad I can't be normal.
The second reason is that I hadn't even known her so why should I actually care about her when I hadn't even cared too long after the people I had actually cared about died? Some might say that was kind of reasonable, a three-year-old rarely actually understands death. I cried my eyes out when Solo died. I even tried to kill myself so I could be with him. Sister Helena I had cried for a little while about, then David had found me and I had had other things to worry about. I cringed, pain. Maybe I was being too hard on myself but it doesn't really seem that likely. I shed one lone tear for the lady when I realized I had killed her. Boys don't cry. I shed just one and I never thought about her again. That is, not unless she had just played a part in my most recent nightmare.