[There's nothing that Angus can reply with other than silence, following by a quiet sigh. The fire fills in most of the noise they really need for the party.]

I want to say that I am stronger than I was last week, but I cannot lie to all of you. [It's hard, especially when you've been starting to understand someone who dies a few days later.] But we have to stick together. We've gotten out before, and we can do it again.

[He stares out into the corn field.]

But okay is better than terrible.