[ It tears his guts out to see his wife in pain, physical or emotional, so he couldn't stomach it any longer. And after the chance to hold his daughter and pray over her, say goodbye to her, he couldn't bear to see her again, so cold and lifeless. It's different for Jamie, and he wants so desperately to think of Faith as he's always thought of her, alive in his dreams.
Once they leave the room, he wraps his arms tightly around Claire, then kisses her forehead, searching for fever. ]
It was real, Claire.
[ He held his dead baby in his arms. There was nothing unreal about that for him. ]
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Once they leave the room, he wraps his arms tightly around Claire, then kisses her forehead, searching for fever. ]
It was real, Claire.
[ He held his dead baby in his arms. There was nothing unreal about that for him. ]
Ye're alright now, I have ye.