"I... I don't know," Norman said, looking at Vah Ruta, at a maelstrom of swirling... something... that made him want to shy away from all of it and just never look back.

There were always reasons for that. He knew that, now. Knew it all too well. Which meant that he was making his way as close to the edge of the platform as he possibly could in spite of the way it twisted at his insides.

"There's something... But--"

He paused, and then recoiled a little, putting his hands over his mouth.

He had heard somebody, crying out a name. Desperate pleas for help. For somebody to save her.

"Oh no," he whispered.