[When he pulls her in, her head falls against his shoulder, and it's his necklace that she grabs now, her own falling back against her chest so that she can feel the smooth glass of the little blue star between her fingers, watching for a moment in silence as it pulses with light as silent tears streak over her cheeks.]

We knew it was coming, and we tried to make it in time... But we were still too late to stop it. I was right there, but I didn't know how...

[Her fingers were on that keyboard, and maybe, if she had a little more time, she could have done something. If those Whispers hadn't come for her and knocked her off her feet, then she could have found a way to prevent it... She would still have the bar, a home, a place to go back to when all of this was over...

She sighs and shakes her head, swiping a hand over her face.

How long is it going to take before she finally stops beating herself up over this? Still, having his unwavering support regardless of what happened before helps... If Eustace can accept her then she knows that maybe, one day, she can stop blaming herself for it all.]

I'm sorry. This was supposed to be a happy moment...