[While she was using WV as support, she moves toward AR, hoping to grasp his shoulders, to look into his eyes, to try desperately to convince him. PM wanted this to be a lot calmer, a lot more reasoned, but that isn't going to happen, now. She has to convince him. It's a matter of life and death, and not one she is willing to gamble with.]
[Despite the fevered feeling, she manages to be as calm as possible. These are not the ravings of a delusional sick person.]
This is too much, I know, forgive me. This isn't how I wanted this to go at all. You must believe me, AR. Please.