For a while, Rose didn't respond and just clung onto him, crying. But then she regained control of herself. His words had brought to the surface so much pain and fear and sadness that was usually safely buried. And some very anxious memories. How could love and anger, fear and the desire to protect all be there at the same time? She looked up at last, stepping back a little, for she realized how inappropriate this was. "But 'e doesn't know how to change 'em either!"