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As hard-hearted as Reyes could be, and as much as he wanted to allow himself the freedom to dislike Niamh on any other day, he watched her come tearing towards the bundle and then collapsed in to a heap and he could not hate her for it. 
Neither could he sympathize exactly. Reyes had never lost a child and could not fathom the pain that radiated from her; even as she knelt, screamed, sobbed, all he could do was keep out of her trajectory.

Instead he focused on the stranger. They seemed young, somehow more deeply affected by this loss than Reyes was, although as he took the time to really look at the body fleetingly. 

From the sounds of things the boy had wandered off, fallen, and then not gotten up again. Reyes listened to the explanation in silence, staring down at the body, at the quaking of Niamh's shoulders crowding close.