You brace for it. You decide what you're going to do afterwards. It still hurts, but at least then... you have some sort of plan.

[There's a weak laugh! At least he can take solace in the fact that Ingo is still alive, just gone. That he'll see Ingo again someday. His mother, though... she was gone for good.

Inhale, and shaky exhale.]

I can still piece together something. I'm better at thinking on my feet. I should ask if I can move in with someone, since I don't want to live alone... that's my second step, right now.