Oh, darling. [ Eames strokes her face as carefully and as gently as he can, running the tips of his fingers over her cheek with it is slick with tears. ] Lucy, sweetheart. [ His own voice sounds like it's fractured inside and he presses his lips to her once more before he pulls away to look at her. ] Look at me. He's never going to get to you again, do you understand? He won't ever. And you're not going to be alone either. You know why? Because I'm here. And I won't let him near you again, I won't let anyone hurt you.

[ He shouldn't have left her in the first place. Why did he ever have to be so foolish and childish? ] I don't care who I have to take out to keep you safe. [ His mouth presses to her temple, his hand against her arm stroking small circles lightly on her skin. ] I'm going to look after you.