She jerks back when he tries to grab her hand at first, she's too raw too vulnerable to allow someone to touch her but as he tries again... She doesn't resist, she simply watches on in mute anger, even that is distorted and muffled how dare he.. how dare he tell us what to do... I could kill him... Watch the life drain from those unexpressive eyes... I wonder if he'd scream.. or maybe he'd accept it.. she is brought out of her thoughts by a small droplet of her gold and crimson blood dripping from her hand and catching the light.

"That was... Unnecessary..."

She allows him to heal her hand, after all there is little rush, not like there is a Sunday left to protect... She jokes to herself bitterly.... how... Is any of this real... Is this THEIR punishment for my ambition? To take away the one man I care about more than anything?

"Burial rites in Penacony... Do not exist... But there are some from our old home world. I... I remember them.... But I'd need two things, the body and the will. If he was pushed through a mirror then we won't be able to find his body unless it spits it back out. And I highly doubt he wrote a will. They are extremely important in holovian culture... They are normally given to a sibling or a best friend and not the partner as most other cultures do it... But seeing as neither of those things exist.. I would simply like to hold a small vigil.."

It's the most she's spoken in one go since he told her, it comes out cold and robotic but there is a tinge of sadness to it. She clearly is still blaming herself for this however illogical it may be ...

She's forgotten about one of the very first things he told her in her panic...