Rose has seen people die before. In the war, it happened plenty. People she'd known, recruited to her cause, that she'd been friends with- someone close to her dying isn't an unfamiliar experience. She's always managed to keep it together though. She mourned for them, shed tears- but after the battle was over. In the moment, she couldn't afford to be so distracted- there were too many other lives on the line.

This is different, though. So, so different. As she watches Greg's body get pierced- fall over and go still- it's like she's watching it in slow motion, and she can't do anything about it. She thinks she's screaming his name, but she isn't really sure. All she's aware of is that it feels like she's being torn apart inside- she's never been this affected by someone's death before.

And he is dead- she can see through the tears blurring her vision, that he's not breathing anymore. And she's just kneeling by his body, hands over her stomach, feeling like she's going to be sick as she can't stop crying.