"No." The child's breath hitches, feet rustling against garden-grass as she spins towards the pond. "No. I can't- can't-"
She releases another hitching breath, bouncing upon her toes. Don't cry, don't cry, and her head tilts back as she closes her eyes. She can't cry. Can't. Not here, not now. Too many things...
"We can't take this anymore." He's reasonable, calm, voice humming with the same authority, the same clarity hers used to hold. How long ago was she speaking his words? Years? Days?
Turning back, the child looks towards him- he's taken a form just a few years older than hers, hair of coffee beans and eyes of the clearest blue. She offers a small smile, a sad smile, gaze dropping away. To meet his face... another small, hitching breath. "I- can't help you."
Drawing herself in closer, the child's gleam dims, gown reduced from moonbeams to a simple shimmering fabric. She can't- *how* can she help? "You-" she turns, taking another few moments of his gaze as she speaks. "You know what happened. I-"