"I don't want to watch you die again." She spit out, bitterly and sadly, "In another dream or a reality or anything--I can't."

Her hands move half on their own to frame his face and then slide into his hair. Was it always this soft, it's been too long to recall. She forces out the last tears, tries to calm herself. She's not helping--not making things any better by having a meltdown. Signless, Kankri, he's real to the touch and she's sobbing like a wriggler.

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't--this isn't your fault, it couldn't be your fault." She let things happen. She survived by letting things happen, so it was her fault.