Misa shakes her head back and forth, coughing on air and unable to speak. Why doesn't he get it? How is he still apologizing? After everything they've been through, after everything he did for her and is still trying to do even now.

She wishes she could draw her knees up, bury her face against them and curl into a ball until the crying fit passed, but she can't. Even her most base coping mechanisms have been taken from her.

"Don't," is all she manages between sobs and wheezes.