Isn't that the question? She still can't fully wrap her head around what it all means, only that it's killing Carlisle and she refuses to allow that. Not without one hell of a fight, anyway.

And not today, of all days.

"I dunno." Honestly. "Just—" A breath, her fingers running along that seam of earth for a moment before she sits back and stares up at a grey, grey, so familiar sky.

Just like home, that.

"Know Faith would say that there's no point giving up as long as we've got time." There'd be a full fucking speech about it, she can practically hear it. Kate doesn't always listen to the lessons life teaches her, but the one about giving up at the wrong time — and could anything be more wrong a time to give up than right now? — has been burned into her heart, her mind. Into the empty cracks of her life that can never properly be filled by anyone else.

She can see this affliction, beyond the startling physical changes that have manifested recently, she's been able to see it for so fucking long and never known that she might have the key to having stopped this sooner. It's her responsibility to figure something out. For a friend.

With all the worlds that are here, all the things people can manage... What would be the point in it all if they can't save him?