"No, I--" Dinah frowned, again, trying to make the pieces of that fit together in her head. "Separate things. I mean. We can't fix it or undo it or make it not real." Oh, and that hurt to admit. For both of them. "But." Her voice strengthened, calmed a little. "I guess making things better before it gets to that point-- that's the best way to remember them, hunh?"

No graves to visit, or prayers to say that those two dead soldiers would understand. But maybe it was about doing her damnedest, her very best, to make sure that there didn't have to be a next time-- or that at least it would always be the very last resort. "Keeping the faith."