Mental note: put all eight of Tarantulas's legs all the way up his ass. All the way.

Steady breath. River pulls back, cups Annabel's cheek. "Okay. That's the end of it with him then. And...before you go thinking I'm just trying to make peace or something...I've been having that worry too. He's. Concerning. Maybe I still love him, I dunno, but I don't think I can be with him. I'm. So sorry that I put you in that position."