[She blinks back the tears that are threatening to fall but can't stop herself from trembling.]

I know, I know. They'll all be back and okay in the end- [And forget it all.] I just hate that I can't tell them. Or why. They come to my office to talk to me and I can't...I can't tell them it'll all be okay. They think we're doing this just to make them suffer and I can't explain- [She hiccups and lowers her head to rest her forehead on their entwined hands.]

...I care about them. I'm so tired of making them hurt, Will.