[The sobbing doesn't stop; it isn't the draining, furious screaming from last week, and there's no sign of her tiring herself out this time—] It's not—it's not your fault—they can't—you didn't—I won't—I won't let them, I won't—can't let them, you—you can't—you didn't— [Again and again, utterly hysterical and hardly certain of what she's even saying anymore, holding Lucy too tightly and feeling even worse for it but she'll be gone. If Clover lets her go for even a second someone will tear Lucy away from her.]