It's almost too much. That second quieter thing he says, when Sara is still trying to catch the first and not laugh at the irony, the assumption, the arrogance. But the second steals that wind entirely. Put her family into a real light, breathing even more life into them in her mind. Telling her mother she had to go, because she was in love.

(In love. Was she ever that young?
In love. With Oliver. Engaged to Laurel.

How is Oliver standing in front of her still real?)

And Laurel. Laurel, who never knew. Laurel, who was so betrayed. Laurel, who lost them both...and Sara couldn't even dream in her hundred imaginings how that all played out. Wanted her family to be okay, and yet grieved at the idea of them being absolutely fine without her. Even if they must be half a decade later, right? The feelings gnawing at her heart in a crescendoed ache.

Until he says the last thing, and it just bursts out, "No," with a shake of her head.

And, "No," Again. "I just got you back." Maybe that's too raw, too real. Sara's arm's come up to cross, mouth pressing, even as she continued to shake her head, though she can't make herself look at his face. A child, again, with another lot of impossible options. "You were almost dead still only a day ago."