[Blank and empty. Maybe he knows better because he's seen the emptiness in his own eyes, the blankness on his face, even when feeling too much for his frame. Or maybe he's fooling himself, willing humanity on a creature that just isn't going to have it.

If he is, he's going to find out eventually, won't he? And if he's wrong about this, then he'll never be sure of anyone ever again, if there even is another person like this. He'll have to assume he projected on this girl because she was dying and he didn't want her to. He didn't want her to...

She grips the front of his sweater. Her hands shake. He brings his forehead to hers and holds the back of her head.]

I'm sorry... you were supposed to... see her...Now you're... stuck with me... I'm sorry...

[Sorry she died. Sorry she suffered. Sorry that it's going to be hard for a long time and probably harder before it's easier.]

I was... like you... but alone... So now I'm... going to try... and protect you...