I-It won't be for nothing. It's going to be okay. Please, Angus, don't beat yourself up.

[Her hands are quivering as much as her voice when she keeps spilling out what feel like useless platitudes. She should have known better. She can't help in this situation, she's not even an adult yet!

She can feel tears welling up, and then she scolds herself for being so over-emotional, when it's clear Angus is suffering more than her.]

Just... tell me what I can do to make things better. I'll do it.