He steps back, and grief overwhelms her in an instant. Her hand stays raised where it is, outstretched for someone who's no longer there. He's not-- what she thought was affection in his big beautiful eyes was just, confusion. There's nothing there that recognizes her, no century of shared joys and losses, a million sleepless nights working together, a hundred worlds explored together? It's all gone. Shy glances and silly jokes, comfort through rough months and holding onto one another on a stage - erased. She's a stranger to him, she could-- disappear, and he wouldn't even know it.

It's the feeling of being swallowed whole by the loss, that breaks her.

"Barry, it's me," she pleads, grasping his hand as if it's the only thing keeping her here. "I'm-- I'm Lup, I'm your-- Please try to remember!" Like her desperation had ever been enough, before.