[Benji reacts in the same second, moving before his brain even catches up, that flash of silver triggering something deep and dark inside of him.]
Farrah!
[He takes her wrist, then covers the hand holding the knife with his own, his touch gentling as soon as she begins to wail. His other arm wraps around her, pulls her close even as he holds her arm out to the side and carefully pries her fingers from the handle of the knife, letting it fall harmlessly to the floor.]
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Farrah!
[He takes her wrist, then covers the hand holding the knife with his own, his touch gentling as soon as she begins to wail. His other arm wraps around her, pulls her close even as he holds her arm out to the side and carefully pries her fingers from the handle of the knife, letting it fall harmlessly to the floor.]
I've got you. I've got you, love...