[ Oh... crud. Kate's mouth opens and closes briefly and she's unsure how to respond for a moment — even thought she knows he's not angry at her, but what's happened to her. She gets to her feet, stepping towards him. She wouldn't hug him, she gets what he's like. In this time, she knows how he is. Hugging him wouldn't be any sort of blessing for him.
But instead, she reaches for his hands — holds each of them with her own. Grips them with emphasis on the first word: ]
Stop. [ She shakes her head, her throat feels tight. Even her mental voice wavers. ] He's gone. He's—
[ A mess of blood and flesh out in the snow somewhere. ]
Lieutenant Little, he— he stopped him, and— he's... he's gone.
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But instead, she reaches for his hands — holds each of them with her own. Grips them with emphasis on the first word: ]
Stop. [ She shakes her head, her throat feels tight. Even her mental voice wavers. ] He's gone. He's—
[ A mess of blood and flesh out in the snow somewhere. ]
Lieutenant Little, he— he stopped him, and— he's... he's gone.