[Outrage that gives way to fear and sorrow before she can even get the sentence out. For a moment she just stares at him, horrified and afraid.]
N-no... no he was supposed to be with me. He was- We-
no... [barely more than a whimper and then she's collapsing into him, clutching at his shirt. Before she has a chance to really start outright sobbing though she starts to slip, her grip going slack as the unnatural exhaustion tries to drag her under again.]
no subject
[Outrage that gives way to fear and sorrow before she can even get the sentence out. For a moment she just stares at him, horrified and afraid.]
N-no... no he was supposed to be with me. He was- We-
no... [barely more than a whimper and then she's collapsing into him, clutching at his shirt. Before she has a chance to really start outright sobbing though she starts to slip, her grip going slack as the unnatural exhaustion tries to drag her under again.]