[Mandy seems to lose her footing, or maybe just recoils from the beastly figure in front of her, but either way Arthur finds himself catching her weight and he grounds his own. Her grip on his hand doesn't loosen at all, though, and he keeps his hold firm, his other arm winding about her waist.

He hugs her tight and refuses to look at the creature in front of them, a twisted, cracked reflection of their former glory.]

Of course I did. I loved you. I wanted to be you. I was terrified someone would find out about the thoughts I was having, and then I saw you smiling on telly and you looked so happy and confident. That was the first time it occurred to me that I didn't have anything to be ashamed of.

[He can feel the wet blood seeping into his shirt, and he doesn't care--he keeps holding on.] He's the one who gave up on it. Not you.