[ His silence is matched with one of her own. ]

He does, and he knew he couldn't be trusted. [ Sylvie tucks her hands into the pockets of her coat. ] Then he had to go and save all of time by himself. The God of Stories, sitting on a lonely throne at the end of time so we could be free.

[ Both sadness and hopefulness - mix in her words. The hope that he had given her with his sacrifice. ]