[It is too late. Far too late. And her words are tearing at whatever little strand that's somehow keeping the burn in his eyes from spilling over.]

I...

[It's a haggard breath as he holds her tighter, his voice breaking as he's taken back to that charred, devastated ground, to when he picked up that pendant and found her body torn, bloodied, and still.]

When I found it... I thought you would have thrown it away. That's when I knew...how much of a fool I was...

[A fool for not realizing or knowing she really did still love him. That she held something still, that she was still waiting for him.]

I left it with you.

[Came back and buried the pendant with her.

And that part of his heart.]