[She let out a meek sniffle, and well-- everything be damned, she turned towards Dave and clung to him like an infant with a death grip, burying her face in his chest while her glasses slid up onto her forehead.]

I-I don't want it to turn out like that! I don't wanna be like that and I don't want YOU to be like that either a-and-- B-But what if we can't do anything about it?! I-I tried to change things and do the same f-fucking thing when Bro died but I couldn't do anything to stop it--!!

[And she didn't want to start missing Dave's voice like that too.]