[Carter shakes his head, slowly at first, then more emphatically, desperately.]
No! No, there's still-- I can try another round of epi-- I can--
[But he knows.
Even with the lack of sense in it, even with the dream distortion, he can just see the carnage on the table and know what it means. There's no coming back from this.
His voice trails off and all he can do is take Luka's hand with a numb horror. The faceless nurses have gone quiet and there's a heaviness in their silence, an unspoken reproach.]
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No! No, there's still-- I can try another round of epi-- I can--
[But he knows.
Even with the lack of sense in it, even with the dream distortion, he can just see the carnage on the table and know what it means. There's no coming back from this.
His voice trails off and all he can do is take Luka's hand with a numb horror. The faceless nurses have gone quiet and there's a heaviness in their silence, an unspoken reproach.]
... I'm sorry.
[He's so sorry.]