"Andrew."

Brix rises and crosses the cell, kneeling beside him, and oh, she would like to give him the comfort of touch, but she's afraid he'll shy away.

"This is not a game of dice where you win the pot or you lose it all. If you are not a king or an angel or an archangel, it does not follow that you're nothing. You, Andrew, you still matter. And you're not with him now, and you matter to me."