helborn | (Reply)

"I'm choosing to be here, with you, baobei. You're-- don't feel worse because I care about you, that's not... it's okay, I promise. You're okay now, and you're here, and I'm taking care of you, and you're not threatening to murder me for seeing you in a vulnerable position, and I'm actually being a little helpful, and I'm glad I can do anything for you, I want to be able to help, and maybe if I had gone with you instead of staying where it was safe this wouldn't have happened like this, but we can't just go in circles about what might have been different. If the ship had warned us it was turning on the lights, if it had tried one area first, if you hadn't been all the way down, if I hadn't found you in time, if Bob hadn't been able to answer me so I could find you--" He cuts himself off, because it's clearly very easy for him to go into what-ifs. "You're okay now. We're okay. We're going to get you cleaned up and then we'll go find something soft to take a nap on. And I'll seal the door shut so no one can get in so we can both sleep. All three, Bob too, I bet Bob's tired too." All he has is a stream of words, so that's what's happening, and he hopes something in there is remotely useful. "It's okay, beloved." Carefully in English, to emphasize the endearment. "It's not your fault that you got hurt, and I was scared because I care about you, and that's-- don't feel bad about that, please."