"What can you do?" Tara just sounds lost - not like she's challenging her, but that she doesn't understand that there's anything to be done but this, but this.... but keeping going, but knowing that somewhere else in this world, somewhere else, back home... she's dead, and her sons and Jax - they will be forever where she'd hoped for better, for them. Her sons will have a life like Jax's. The cycle will keep going, but they won't even have a mother - they'd have Gemma.

"They're- they're with friends, right now. Thank god, thank god they weren't home," she runs a hand over her face, knowing- knowing that she had to pull herself together. That she had to continue. There was no other option.