Lydia: I'm sorry I'm no help.
Ziva: Don't be. What you're going through, I would wish on no one.
Lydia: You've been there?
Ziva: Loss is a part of life. But I would never claim to know exactly how you feel. You lost your father, I lost my siblings. But how we each respond is a very personal thing.
Lydia: Was it hard to get over?
Ziva: One gets over the loss of a wallet or a watch. But a loved one they never leave you. You never get over; you only get through.
Ziva: By leaning on others. The comfort of friends.