Harry was certain that he was not equipped to deal with this properly. He didn't want to say the wrong thing. Then again, he was all too familiar with dark places. He reached over and cradled her wrist in his hand, like something fragile. "I've heard that... people who really want to kill themselves are suddenly calm and happy, because they've really made up their mind that they're going to end it." He looked up at her again. "You don't seem calm and happy to me. I can see that you're feeling some kind of anguish that you don't know how to deal with, but you don't seem like you've given up. Is that what you want? To be done with it all?"