Fina was unable to compose herself still, she needed to stop his level of insanity and she was unsure how to do it. At this point, she wasn't sure what she wanted to do or how to approach him. She walked very slowly to him and stood in front of him, trying to think of others, of their pain and not her own.
There would be no end to his rage if she didn't stop him.
"No." She moved her right hand to his wrist, even if it disgusted her to do so, and held onto it.