[ ... after a long, agonizing moment, she lowers her hands and lifts her upper body a little. But she interlaces her fingers, gripping hard. ]
... when I was ... when I was dying. How did you stand it...?
[ Her grip tightens, her knuckles turning white. ]
How did you sit there and watch...?
[ It's not a judgment. It's not a way of saying, "you should have done something." It is, in fact, the complete opposite. She suddenly finds herself, two years later, having an entirely new appreciation for what he must have gone through. For his strength.
Because now she's trying to do the same, and it's killing her. ]
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... when I was ... when I was dying. How did you stand it...?
[ Her grip tightens, her knuckles turning white. ]
How did you sit there and watch...?
[ It's not a judgment. It's not a way of saying, "you should have done something." It is, in fact, the complete opposite. She suddenly finds herself, two years later, having an entirely new appreciation for what he must have gone through. For his strength.
Because now she's trying to do the same, and it's killing her. ]