Anya. [She repeats the name softly. She'll remember it. A sad tale of what could become of any child born with powers.]

Mine... [It's a little complicated, but at the end of the day, they're gone.] I had two boys. Twins. Billy and Tommy. They're beyond my reach, but--loved. I know they're in good hands.

[Her own, somewhere far away, but she can't have them.]

Everyone is where they belong.