She isn't — you're he.... he...aaahhhh — ahhhhhhh... ( Gasped, first, then thinning — screams he is too breathless to shape, with the vines rounding his limbs, climbing. ) You're here! Here to —

( And he does shriek now, aches too well. )

I see you! You're here! We'll be — ahhhhh — we'll be... I forgive you, I see you.