Rhysand sighed and shook his head slowly, pacing slightly as he decided best how to phrase himself. Perhaps, she was simply too disappointed to see through that. He could understand that well enough. "I did not save everyone," he said, as if for some reason that might make up for what heroism he'd shown her. "I've been ripped apart. Nearly died. I've watched friends and family die, as well." He stopped his pacing to face her, closing the gap so he might put his large, strong hands on her shoulders.
"Forget that. Forget what I've shown you, it won't matter. I thought it would bridge the gap and I'm sorry it did not." He looked at her with apologetic eyes of violet, brilliant like the stars themselves. "You are not useless, whatever has happened. Everyone has a place in this world whether they are a blade of grass, a bird, or a Lucy."
"I felt the same way when I arrived here. I was taken from the middle of what was about to become a war in Prythian. We had just snuck in to the King of Hybern's stronghold to steal back the Cauldron--the Maker of All Things--when I was here. My friends could be dead, too. I don't know. But I have hope they're alright; Katherine told me once that I'm still there, somehow. I'm here and I am there. Perhaps...it's the same for you. You're here and you are there. Had I the Cauldron I would rip apart all of the realms to find out."