Her lips followed their hands, a kiss to where they were joined over Clara's heart. "Never," she agreed in anguish. "When I saw what I had done, I.." Again mute, again shaking her head, because no words could ever have even scratched the surface. "I would have cut off my own hand." Fevered eyes finally raised to hers, begging her for what Lexi could not ask. "My arm. My very soul. Never would I have hurt you, none of you. I loved you. Love you still."