He's gone.

[He'd backed away, and he's standing there hard and defensive, but he can't keep them at arm's length forever.

Sarah's voice is firm, but when she reaches for him it's gentle and pleading, putting a careful hand on his arm and praying he doesn't push her away.]

I know - I know you hate it, York, I know it's hard, but he's - corrupted, they got him, and you can't -

[She stops, swallowing, and steps that much closer, hand tightening on him.]

You can't get him back.