[ It's not enough. Then again, no matter what they said, it wouldn't make the hole left in her heart any smaller.

Vi's eyes flick between the two of them -- man and decidedly no longer man -- with the agitated tension of a cornered animal. She tries to make the pieces fit into the half-puzzle still missing all its edges.

We broke the hold on everyone.

It is difficult to truly remember what she'd seen then, and impossible to know how long they'd been held suspended. A great, collective held breath.

Then, they fell.

And she couldn't hold on. ]

They're dead because of you. [ The words come out slowly, barely above a whisper. ]

Don't talk to me about saving the fucking world.

Do you have any idea how many people ended up collateral damage in your psycho ego trip?