Jason didn't like the idea of it, but he said to the group, "if her mind is gone then she's already dead, her body just hasn't caught up yet." He couldn't bring himself to look at the woman, or anyone really for that matter. Now he was thinking of his dad, he died of brain cancer, and his mind was long gone by the time he ended up dying. In Jason's mind he had counted his dad as dead once he was bedridden. He couldn't talk, couldn't move, it wasn't his dad anymore. Not the one who took him to sports games or taught him how to skate, Jason hadn't realized he'd started crying but he had. He wiped his eyes and turned back to everyone else, "I'm just gonna sit down for a bit, grab me when you're done...dealing with her." Jason took a few steps away from the group and sat so there was a tree between himself and the others. He but his head in his hands and breathed deeply. He thought he was over this, then again, he supposed he would probably never truly be over it.