The thought seized him the same way he seized her, and he had to consciously work through the fog and obscurity that had settled in his head to find his place back in the conscious world again, to realise and remember where he was, who she was, everything that was and everything that wasn't.
He let go of her, his hand hesitating before it found its way back to his lap. Don't what? - good question. He didn't know either. Everything was in their control. Everything was outside of their control. Nothing was what it should be and yet to fight against it meant to take arms - against what, he didn't know.
Did that even make sense? It made perfect sense. It made no sense.
Maybe she was right. Maybe he ought to lie motionless and close his eyes, and let whatever it was he needed come to him on its own volition. Was it right to just let time pass by like this? Was it right to fight? Was it right not to fight? Did what was right and wrong even matter?
There was nothing anyone could do about it now. What was done was done. All they had done was push the first domino over. What was to come was unknown, and the fate of their world was beyond their control.
If he could think about it rationally, perhaps he was in an advantageous position. But he needed time to think. Needed time to get over himself.
"Nothing." It was too late to say such things now, let alone try to do something against it.