She's silent for a few minutes, staring down at the clenched fists in her lap. He means well, and she knows it. Perhaps, if things were different, she might have walked a different path, chosen a different one for herself and her family. But as it stands... there's no turning back.

"I get it," she says softly, still not looking up. "But the choice has been made. I can't go back and change it now even if I wanted. I can't get home. I can't tell them anything. I can't 'help them help themselves.' I can't make anymore choices for them or regarding them or anything. I can't... I can't protect them anymore."

Her eyes stay focused on her lap, but... The thoughts, the pain - it's all too much. Tears blur her vision and begin slowly rolling down her cheeks. She wishes she had more control, that she could get herself to stop, that she wasn't so weak. In the end, she covers her face with her hands and leans over her lap more, wishing yet again that all of this was just some terrible nightmare.