Safe. She needs to be safe. She needs to be alive but if that isn't her. If this isn't real-

His hands tighten around Locus' arms and though he has no need to breathe, there's a shuddering gasp that tears through him. Alive. Alive and well- or at least not dead like this. Because he failed her. Because he's not enough, he's not ever enough...

But this isn't. Who are you?