Thomas had told Dick and his father to feel free to head to the car, he'd stand with her for a bit longer.
His mother was essentially dead, and there was no way he'd visit this version of her. He could sympathize, and knew that if his mother had died this way, there would be nothing to save to person who'd done this.
Thomas waited for some time before gently taking her arm to try and encourage her back to the car. "We'll find who did it," he whispered to her.
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