[ South's throat tightens and she has to look away from him. Seeing him close to losing his composure is never easy, always strange. She wishes he'd just get angry, shout and scream at her, because that's simple. She knows how to deal with rage. She doesn't know how to deal with this.

For the first time in a long, long time, a part of her wants to hug him—but what good would that do? He'd push her away and he'd be right to. ]

So I... I just... [ She just watched. Stood there and watched the Meta finish North off, unable and unwilling to do a thing. The image is still burned into her mind. ] Then it... came for me. Knocked me out. Woke up after it had left and...

[ She trails off. There's no use in explaining the rest. ]

There. Now you know.