He resisted for a moment, tempted to withdraw back into that dark place where the scent of death and decay waited for him, but instead he returned the embrace and held her tightly. "It's not fair," he said, voice slightly muffled as he rested his head against hers. "He wasn't supposed to die, and now to have to come back... what if he doesn't remember? What if he never remembers, and every time he thinks he's alive, and I won't even be there to explain things. Ichabod doesn't know him - I know him. It's just... it's not right. None of it is."