You're a part of this family, Emmet, no matter the strange road you took to get here.
The dying boy looks at you from his bed. "Tell me about my... About your [husband/wife], if it please you. Would I have had place?" he asks pleadingly.
Emmet... Why does that matter to you now?
"I always wanted a place in the world, like others have. To know someone will miss me when I'm gone. To know I'm not a mistake." He coughs weakly.
You're a mistake, the weakness of my [husband/wife] given form. You should never have come here.
I can't say. My [husband/wife] died long ago. But I can stay here with you, if it would help.