[At the first moment she thinks she isn't going to be able to look at her, but the sight of Fiona there, right next to him, and the hint of Royce's presence too catch her eye. And they seem to stop the crack that feels to be running through the very centre of her. It felt like it would break her in half. But he's not alone. It's a paltry comfort, but it's enough to make her able to stay, to keep looking at the dying man.

She swallows and manages to speak, voice still broken from her screaming and the tears that clog her throat like smoke.] I'm sorry I left, Mr. Solomons. I'm sorry I can't be there. I'll be all right. Don't worry about me. Don't worry about anything. Maybe if you don't you'd -

[She knows he won't. She's seem men die and knows the look.]

Maybe something will happen. Maybe the admin will do something. She ought to do something.