What would you have done? Try to stop me? Tell someone, to make sure I'd never get the chance? Sit quietly, knowing that I'm going on a suicide mission? It would have only hurt you more if you knew.

[ Her arm came up, to wipe at her eyes with the back of her hand. Deep breaths.]

Is he okay?

[ In addition to everything else, her influence made them fight. Violently, this time. Her hand held her forehead, keeping herself steady as she fought to suppress a sob. ]