"Raph, it's his choice to make. He's still a person, he still has-- has free will, he--"

The witch is standing up straight, now, and takes a step closer to Raph. Her eyes are suspiciously bright.

"What, you think I don't hate this? You think I want him out there? Fuck no. I want him here, with our daughter and our son, making sure that there's an outside chance they'll still have two parents at the end of all this shit. If it ever has an end."

A tear slips down her cheek, and she brushes it away impatiently.

"I don't want it to be like this, but he is my husband and I have to be there when he needs me."