[He drops it. Thank goodness because she really didn't want to have to take it from him. He's far too fragile right now.

Valdis doesn't quite go all the way over to him, giving him some of the space he needs.]

What Crichton did was selfish and self-serving. He even admitted to me that he would do it again, even knowing how much it would hurt you. He is not one to stand by and watch a child, or anyone die, even if it doesn't help in the end.

I, like you, was furious with someone for interfering in a memory of mine. I was in danger and they defended me, which had repercussions for my present being.

Here's the thing, Arthur. Most people cannot just let terrible things happen when they can change it. I'm immortal, I have the life experience necessary to just sit by and let the bad things come to pass.

[She creeps a little closer]

If it hadn't been a memory, if it had been the actual event, you would have been furious if he had stood by and done nothing. The only reason you are so angry now is because he gave you happiness that reality then took away.

[Which is not Crichton's fault.]

And...honestly, at the base essence of how you feel. It is not anger, it is sorrow.