'Oh you should," he says, closing his eyes tightly. "This is exactly where you should be. Safe. Happy. But not me. Not me. I don't know how I found you."

He sighs, and almost cautiously allows his eyes to crack open, looking towards her.

"And you shouldn't be able to find me. How did you find me?" There should be so little of him left, he knows that. He doesn't know much but he knew what was attacking him. He knew what it would do to him. There shouldn't be a him to find. But yet? She has managed it.