Robin stood helplessly by through everything. Her eyes widened, though, when Harme suggested taking her own life to spare the others'. Her cry caught in her throat as Rogan's roared through the room. This woman, this incredible woman, was willing to let herself be absorbed by the creature in order to save the three helpless people at her side. Though she had already risked everything and defeated her enemies... She would die nonetheless.<br/><br/>"No, Harme," Robin whispered, her voice far overshadowed by the Doctor's and Rogan's. Robin could see Harme's feelings; she had lived a long, full life and had done what she wanted - to help others. Her memories flickered and faded from bad to good or happy to sad. Her sadness at the Face of Boe's death resonated throughout the memories, though, and she was surprised to feel that Harme was ready to go to her death. She hoped Sontari would have mercy on her and allow her to be reunited with her savior.<br/><br/>A sad smile touched Robin's lips as the thoughts faded to a halt. Harme had made up her mind, and was at peace. Robin simply nodded when Harme bade her goodbye. She knew that if she tried to speak, she would only cry. And as the brave woman stuck her hand to the wall, tears spilled silently down Robin's cheeks. She watched her get taken in, and watched the white spread from where her body had been.<br/><br/>Harme had died doing exactly what she had lived for.<br/><br/>When the healing was complete and the endless whiteness surrounded them, Robin turned to the Doctor with a curious expression on her face. Half of it seemed ripped apart by guilt. But the other half seemed lost in memory.<br/><br/>"What do we do now?" she whispered sadly.