Dimitri might wonder if Darcy actually heard him for a moment, since she doesn't say anything or do anything. Just... breathes slowly, still unable to cry. Before she can think better of it she grips at his sleeve, leaning her forehead on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I'm... I wasn't going out to die. But if I'm here i dont know what I'm going to do to myself. I can't be what you or anyone needs me to be right now and I'm sorry. Just let me go."