When her arms wrap themselves around his shoulders he feels as if the strings holding him up have been suddenly cut. His own arms wrap themselves around her for support as he leans into her, holding her tight.

He doesn't bother fighting back the wave of grief that washes over him for the hundreth time. This time he lets it carry him away, using Felicity and her words as an anchor. It's a long moment before he can fight back the lump in his throat.

"It was my fault." He lets out a deep breath before pulling back, his eyes wet. "Every one I love, I lose. I can't win."