He stepped close to Enola and took her hands, resting his head on her shoulder. His voice was gossamer fragile when he spoke. "This is tearing me up, okay, you want me to admit it? I have to be strong, when all I want it to let it all out and lose it. Just seeing him there so motionless ... it's like he's dead already. I cant feel a damn ripple from him ... and it's killing me just being in that bloody room with him in that lifeless state. I cant stand it ... and I'm just so angry at him for doing it. It's like he's killed himself without even saying goodbye."