"We all do." River's voice is low, tear-clogged. She takes the handkerchief automatically, though she doesn't put it to use except to clutch it in one fist, her fingers tightening and loosening in arrhythmic agitation.

"Stand true."

"Who we are. He breaks the world, all the straws in the quantum underpinning, but, but he won't. He won't."