( 'i have to save him. i need to save him' it's the only thing running through her mind as she vigorously tries to make a wound on herself. but his hands coming to her view stills everything with the shell plopping onto her lap. her father's voice strong yet comforting all the same settles her berserk heart, and doing as she is told -- she peers up to him. )

But... But you're hurt. ( her voice horribly uneven. ) — I have to... I have to save you. I don't want... I need you here.

( what if he dies in front of her again? it's something she can't relieve. )

I'm sorry. I'm sorry... Just don't go away again. Please.