Yes I do. [ Because she has this unshakable confidence in him, one that would take a massacre to destroy. Even then, she would love him through anything, anything at all. Even this.

He's holding onto her so tightly and she inches closer to him, reaching out to brush the hair from his face, to try and comfort him, to try to somehow fix this.] I know, [ is all she can say to it, to the way he sounds, although she will not let himself bury himself in grief and guilt. She cannot lose him, not when she just got him back, not when they finally found each other. ]

Please, Mitchell-- [ she begs him again, trying to pull herself closer to him, knowing full well he'd probably refuse her.] Please don't let this break us. Please. [ Begging is all she can do now, pleading with him not to destroy himself over this, to actually ruin what is between them by never, ever forgiving himself.] You lost control. I pushed you. But you didn't hurt me. You can't hurt me.