Ginia doesn't take a step back. She knows she should, her mind is screaming at her to run, but she doesn't. Giles' departure was still a sore spot for a variety reasons. Losing the man she loved with the big one, but it also pulling up all the insecurity she had about losing the ones closest to her. Practically everyone she knew and loved back home was dead. Giles was another to the list. Dead, gone. She knew he had no choice in the matter and the Malnosso sent him home, but he still left.

Drusilla's hands are hypnotizing. She sees them move, watches and admires their grace, then forces herself to look away.

"I don't want to forget him."

But wouldn't that be easier? Not having to carry that hurt? The pain of losing him, the pain of knowing he was gone? Having nights where she could sleep without his ghost sneaking into her dreams?

No, no, no. No matter how much it hurt, forgetting him was never worth it. For all the pain, there was still so many good, beautiful moments.

Ginia regains her wits and steps back, hand moving down and finally drawing her knife.

"Stay away from me."