Olive considers that for a moment, then, biting her lip, shakes her head. "I mean, if you think you should," she says. "I can look into it for you, if you want. But I don't know. He's your brother. Kind of seems wrong to put it with all those strangers." If it were anyone she loved — God, she'd hate the reminder, having to see it every day, but that hurt would be there, she thinks, even without something to see and bring it all back.