[Another beat, same beat, and she's tired. She's so tired of loss and watching people die and she doesn't want to either. She wants to stop seeing everyone go before her. There's so many wishes to make it stop no matter what the cost.]

[But there's more feelings. The bands have started to join the beat, and there's other feelings. Bits and pieces of help, affection, promises to help and be there. Important feelings like his trying to combat the deep despair.]

[And it's those feelings that let her hands move up to cling to his shirt as she sobs against him.]