The taste of what could have been. Yes, it was cruel. That one taste and him stating it wouldn't happen any more. Ghosts could still cry. It was fucking unfair, but they could. And it was taking all of Alex's self control to hold herself together.
Though the movement of the leaves and branches around them had nothing to do with the wind. And it took restraint not to tear the very trees from their roots too. Poltergeist. Sometimes she wondered if she was one.
"It's not just about Mitchell doing better though, it's you too. You need that sort of environment. And Mitchell. And," she paused and swallowed, just for a split second. "Katherine." The house of redeeming vampires. "I think maybe they're your best chance at holding him back. They get it, restraining the blood lust, being vampires, all that shite." They understood him in ways she couldn't, as much as she hated that.
"There are other people around who can see me. Like Cas, or the witches. And I can still talk to people online. Not like I'm going to be stuck on my own forever." And ever. And ever. Bollocks.
"You're not a coward, Hal. You're a fucking moron and a complete bastard at times, but you're not a coward. He is, but you're one of the strongest men I've ever met."