River Tam

She knows. I can see it in her eyes and in the way she looks at him. She knows he feels. She knows because she feels it too. But she won't. She won't face it. She wants to, but she can't. Thinks it's too complicated, but really it's just walls.

She built them to keep him out. Not him specifically, but him, nonetheless. They're barely there, but they are. Won't crumble and fall like he wants, but stay there, seemingly indestructable.

But she's more vulnerable than they think; more exposed to him than anyone else. Denial. That's what it is. Denial and falsified complications posing as walls to protect. Not real.

And she knows.

They're coming. I can feel their presences, pushing at my mind and ripping through the paper-thin barriers that Simon's medicines have put up. I don't know how long I can hold them off, or how long I can go before I fall again. I don't want to break. I can't! Not now! Simon has done so much and...and if I fall, he'll fall too.

He's given up so much already and if he falls, I'll have no one left. I need him.

Wuh de tyen, ah! Please don't let us fall! Please!