This feels like another moment in time, another thing playing endlessly on a loop as she watches him turn. He turned away from her once before, in 13, and she had desperately wanted to call him back but didn't. She didn't because it hurt too much, and because her voice had stopped working for the moment. Then, the pain had been fresh and immediate. Here, it's dulled but no less raw.

"Gale -" it's quiet enough that anybody else might not have heard it.