"There is yet hope in the world. Some days, that must be enough, but the wonders are not yet over. I know you are tired, but... can you dance, Helena?"
He was not done, he was not defeated. He would rise.
He held out his hand again, and this time, music slowly started, music he had begun introducing her too. Frank Sinatra singing softly. "Sometimes, the only answer is to dance." He hoped and prayed that somehow he could help her. He could not right all the wrong in one day, but he was not easily dissuaded, and his eyes danced once more.