It's something the river's taught her: that you're dead and dying and alive, all at once. That you love and have loved and are lost. That time courses over us all like water.
Sometimes she thinks she can see Hamlet standing above her, dry-eyed. Like the fire of insanity that burned inside him had hollowed him out completely: a forest fire with no survivors.
"I didn't know you felt that way," she wants to say. "Even after you held my head under, I still didn't understand."