Unable to look at her another moment, Antonin laid his head down on top of the table. She could tell that he was struggling to breathe, struggling to keep the emotion that was threatening to rush out of him in a torrent under control. It was an impossible request to make of her husband, but she trusted no one else half as much. Existing trapped in her mind was a future that terrified her beyond measure. She placed a gentle hand on his back, hoping that he could truly understand why she was asking him to do something so terrible if it was necessary.