He says it but she can't do it. Any attempt at a slow, even breath turns into something horrible and shuddering, her body shaking so much that she ends up on her knees in the grass, gloved fingers grasping at the green strands like they could anchor her there in safety.

"I can't do this," she says between the quick, gasping breaths, not even really talking to him anymore. "I can't, not again."