her name , his name , looking at her , looking at him , tears beginning to stream as i yanked her from his arms , as i held her to my chest , focused my healing power , knowing it was too late , knowing that i couldnt do it , my mind was too muddled , too unfocused , too overcome with emotion , too devoid of rationality , too lost in him , too possessed by him , by what he had done , by what he was doing , by how i couldnt have known , after twenty-five years of hearing about the person buried deeply in our camp , purposely put close to me , how i could not have known or even suspected that it could be him its time to end this .