Nobody was supposed to follow her. Why part the crowd to make room for her if somebody was just going to follow? It would've been easier to block her path from the very start. Idun felt the hand on her arm, but just barely. She could barely feel anything at all. This wasn't real, but it made her wonder if this was what a ghost felt like. Just humming and unconscious movement and nothingness. So much nothingness. She turned because of the arm she barely felt, and turning took everything out of her, every last drop of strength. And there was Bragi, still talking, still moving his lips even though the sound didn't register over the empty humming in her ears.
"You're bleeding," she said quietly. The words were so quiet, they didn't even sound in her mind. Idun was numb to herself now, too. "Bragi...you're..." Idun swallowed. She lifted her hand, almost brought it to his arm. She almost went to inspect the injury. And then she remembered. That knife had come from somewhere. There was blood on her arm because of the somewhere that knife had come from. Her brother was on the ground and he wasn't going to get up because of the somewhere that knife had come from.
Idun dropped her hand and took a blind step backwards. She stumbled, but caught herself after tripping back another step. Running from him seemed like the logical thing to do. But Idun couldn't. She had come to tell him she loved him, and now Idori was dead. None of this made sense. It wasn't real. It couldn't be. "What?" she asked. He was still saying things she couldn't hear. Idun decided a moment later that she didn't want to hear them. That was why she'd started backing away in the first place, wasn't it? "No. No, you need to just...stop. Stop. You...you threw that knife. You threw it and it...i-it." Idun shook her head.
Another step was taken. Backwards. She had to keep going backwards. Forward was the man she loved. The man who had just killed her brother. If this was real, she loved a killer. How could she love a killer?
"I need to go...I really, really need to go..." she whispered. Bragi still had her arm. Idun was starting to feel it more. A lot more. He was searing through her skin.