She half listens, because she's wrapped in so much pain and hurt that it's hard, right now. It's so difficult and painful, and Tara shakes her head when Frigga tries to tell her it's not over because she's here. "You don't understand," she says thickly. "You don't- It's not here. I'm not worried for me, I knew. I knew that I was going to die, but my sons- It's my sons, and Jax."

She takes a deep breath. "The world doesn't stop, outside of here. I'll go back, and I'll die, and-" Her chin wobbles. "He needs me. They- They won't have a mother. Thomas- My baby-"

Her voice cracks, and she's shaking badly as she covers her mouth with her hand. "My baby won't remember me." Abel was her son, of course he was, but he'd never been her baby, and Thomas - Thomas wasn't even two years old, when she would have died.