His is a silence she shares, eyes downcast. She knows who it is he means, making a sound of assent in response to his words. Losing someone so close, with whom such an intense bond was shared, is unfathomable to Sakura. One day she might understand, but for now, she can only empathize from the limited scope of her own experiences.

She's lost her Grandparents, but she doesn't feel it equates to the same thing, only a recognition of grief and the non-linear nature of the mourning cycle.

"He had always seemed as warm as the sun." Red as it was on her country's flag, she hopes Simon understands her allusion. "It is a fitting color to have warm thoughts for."