[His heart aches. Just like that, he's got the stupid urge to cry. But he can't, not now. His goggles will fill up with that black sludge and he'll have to take his goggles off and everything will be horrible and, quite frankly, this isn't the damn time. She's the one dying, the one in need of comfort.
But it hurts, watching this, knowing how it feels, the helplessness, and then to talk of remembering. His breath shudders but he doubts she'll notice.
He shuffles closer. He moves so he can draw her in, bring her to lean against him. Maybe the coolness of him will help her fever, but he doubts that. What he can do is shift his grip, swap hands out so he can bring the other up to stroke her hair and smooth it back.]
I know... I know...
[He knows so much more than he can tell her.]
But you're gonna... find your mom... you'll find her... hug her tight...
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But it hurts, watching this, knowing how it feels, the helplessness, and then to talk of remembering. His breath shudders but he doubts she'll notice.
He shuffles closer. He moves so he can draw her in, bring her to lean against him. Maybe the coolness of him will help her fever, but he doubts that. What he can do is shift his grip, swap hands out so he can bring the other up to stroke her hair and smooth it back.]
I know... I know...
[He knows so much more than he can tell her.]
But you're gonna... find your mom... you'll find her... hug her tight...