...This is what happened when the wall grabbed you.

[Quietly, she reaches forward, tracing her fingers lightly over his chest, following the old scar with soft familiarity and never quite treading too close to the newer one.]

When you told me to make it stop. This is what it was doing to you...?

[Because she couldn't hold them all, seems to be the implication. Because she was so tired, and couldn't get them all in time to prevent it.]