The sound she finally made shattered some kind of sound barrier. Bragi did it. The sob was his fault. He'd never caused such an awful sound before. He caused awful sounds now. Tears were sliding down her cheeks and Bragi couldn't wipe them away because he'd broken his hand. They were his tears. They were clearer, and he understood them more clearly, but they dripped like his blood. He saw her brother fall. He saw Idun fall. He remembered falling. Bragi couldn't keep track of who died where.
“I don’t…I didn’t…He raised it. I’m sorry.” Bragi didn’t understand either. His hand was broken. There wasn't a knife in it. "I just couldn't let anyone live in a world where you were gone." If she could hold it, she could fix it. She couldn't hold it. He'd broken her arm. "I couldn't live in a world where you were gone." She was there now, but she didn't want to be anymore. She wanted to go.
He was hurting her. Bragi already had. He had to fix it. If he didn't start now, he wouldn't be able to start later. "I can't." he said, "I'm sorry. I can't. If I let go this is the end." If he let go, she'd be gone anyway. She'd still be dead back there. He'd let her die back there. Either way he'd have blood on his hands and they'd be broken. Either way. Bragi didn't understand. If he let go, they'd both disappear, and it would be the end. This was not a good ending. He couldn't let it end with her gone. He swallowed. A tear ran down his cheek. He didn't know who's it was.
"Tell me what I can do" he begged. "Tell me what I can do."