He could feel the change in the atmosphere--he was sensitive to those sort of things, but it wasn't something that occurred directly because his concern was more with Sharley. "But.. this can't happen," he said to the voices, still looking down at her. "She can't die.."
Spocklar knew he should do something at least; pick her up and carry her off, or hold onto her, or cry or scream or something. But he couldn't make it happen. He felt too cold to move.