He's turned away, unable to look at her. His mind is racing, coming up with all manner of things, of rage and terror and sickness and so many other things.

Ami's words cut through his thoughts to because they mean anything but because they're an outside force, something 'real'.

""It wasn't," he says with a shaking breath. "This can't be. I saw her. They couldn't have had time to...." But he doesn't know, can't be sure of what he says. He's going to say it anyway, as a comfort to himself.