He speaks, and she feels it heavy in her chest. Couldn't. She's been told that a lot in her life. When you build your life accomplishing impossible tasks, It's hard to separate when you can't do something from when you really can't. When you spend your life busting through barriers, defying the odds, losing to something, even something impossible, is shattering. A loss you should have been able to prevent. A wound you should recover from.

Maybe that's why it's so hard to let go every time she makes that misstep.

"I know." Haha, of course she does. She just doesn't believe it. "It's not like I could go back with him and fight his demons. Not like I could take him with me back to my world, either. Not that it'd have been much safer." Wouldn't have been her place to interfere like that, either. Can't control everyone's lives. Can barely control her own, if you could call her tire fire 'controlled'.

"I doubt it's wholly yours though, either, from the sound of it." That much, she can tell. "There's always a lot of forces at work. It sounds like you're carrying all the guilt where you shouldn't, either."