If his forceful influence was a shock before, now it's a violation, an alarming otherness boring through the torn structures of her self, and she cries out in fear and pain. For a moment, she tries to fight it, to throw a few remaining shields up around her core, but she is drained entirely now and collapses in his embrace.

When he tears at the connection, a blinding flash erases the rest of the landscape, replacing it with endless white nothingness and the splinters of her heart frozen around them. The brilliant fragments pulse with the life of her own universe and now she can see what is happening, finally understands, and is terrified. "Gabriel," she sobs, realizing what he's doing, what he's been trying to do this whole time. "Don't... I have to get home, you know I do..." It's a weak plea, but it's all she has left while she rallies the very last of her strength to cling to the fragments of home, keep them from cracking and disappearing as her contact with the rift falters.