So you were alone.

[Having to deal with that voice inside his head. She'd seen the look on his face. How tormented he was.]

[Her thumb lightly rubbed against his cheek. Much as she wanted to tell him how sorry she was that all this was happening...what good would it do? He didn't need pity. He needed the opposite of what he had been dealing with.]

How hypocritical would I sound if I told you that, once in a while, I wish you wouldn't try to be the hero all the time?