"No," she said, honestly bewildered at what she was supposed to be seeing. "I don't--how would I live with myself, if I didn't try to help?"

How could she, if her standing by and doing nothing meant he died?

"I'd... I'd rather die," she said, sounding very small and very young, though she didn't mean to. "You and Vette, so many people love you. I'd be careful, but if I had to pi... pick who lived and who died, between me and you or me and Vette, it would never be me."

Hardly anyone would miss her.