River is -- River is dragging Gabriel, and Gabriel is on the ground and in the face of that Regan can't even focus on the assassin with his throat torn out and the blood staining Galadan's mouth, because Gabriel is on the ground and, oh wŏ de tiān, a, the blood.
He's dead, Regan thinks wildly. He's dead, no one could be sliced apart like that, like meat, and live-- And in the same moment she's thinking Simon, Simon, all of you doctors, somebody HELP HIM--
"I will be a stone," she whispers, not even hearing herself, as Crowley yanks her along with him towards the back of the stage and she stumbles after him. "I will close my ears and my heart and I will be as stone."
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He's dead, Regan thinks wildly. He's dead, no one could be sliced apart like that, like meat, and live-- And in the same moment she's thinking Simon, Simon, all of you doctors, somebody HELP HIM--
"I will be a stone," she whispers, not even hearing herself, as Crowley yanks her along with him towards the back of the stage and she stumbles after him. "I will close my ears and my heart and I will be as stone."
It doesn't help.
Her husband is torn apart on the ground.