She had been walking away. The only person he had ever really lived for, and she had been walking away, and taking him along with her, and fuck the Turks, fuck everything, to hell with himself, he couldn't lose her. Couldn't.

He wasn't going to let go. He was going to just. Just. Hold her and cry until she tried to pull away. He wouldn't stop her. He understood if she couldn't do this. Just. Right now, he wasn't going to let go.