[Expression unchanged, there's not a single ounce of worry that would be there as she watches the deep red blood stain his body. No worry that should be there. No signs of her begging him to stop even if, somewhere so deep beyond what the ice has done to her, there is a part of her that wars with herself, tries to reconcile with her feet remaining right where they are.

Not because of the ice that's begun to trap them or because of the way the chill has seeped all the way into her bones that moving feels nearly impossible, but because she doesn't make any effort to move to him. Run to him like she would any other time.

There's a flash of some recognition in her eyes as she watches the ice cut into him a second time, before it's gone, but what remains behind are tears lining the edges of her eyes.]

Yeah.

[Her voice is as convincing as ever, as if she really, truly, undoubtedly believes in what she's saying.]

I do. It's better that I just be alone... Not be a burden to anyone anymore. So, I'll stay here.

[That ice around her toes suddenly spreads quicker, a chunk of it growing up around her legs now.]

It's fine. Just keep going.