"I can only imagine," Edith says, shaking her head slightly. She probably can't, at that, not least when she doesn't know anything about him or his family. Her father, she misses desperately, but that hardly seems quite the same when she's seen his dead body and knows just what happened to him. This doesn't strike her as such a situation, though she probably shouldn't be making any assumptions on that front, either. "And I suppose there's no way to see something like that coming, is there?"