[ Root's a physical person and she knows Charles is what she would call touchy-feely. She doesn't hesitate to reach out and hug him again, responding to his open crying wordlessly and immediately. She gives him a long moment of solid hugging before she withdraws, and oddly now her own tears seem to have dried up. Root has plenty of feelings but she never, ever flinches from hard things, no matter how awful. She puts up with her own sentiments to a certain point, but past that, things need to get done.

And she sees now that Charles is the same way. Went to get him, huh? Went to literal hell for his best mate, who was there by mistake. A technicality. Root doesn't believe in hell and doesn't know what that truly means in this context, but Charles was explicit enough, and she respects immensely what's laying unspoken beneath his words.

Shaw had known what she was doing and done it willingly, so Root wouldn't ever insult her by suggesting she should've made a different choice. But knowing that hadn't made her desperate need to get her back any less fierce. She knows exactly what Charles means, like a resonance tuned to the same pitch. ]

It's never going to be enough, [ Root says bluntly, ] whatever we can do, it's not enough. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't do it.

I won't ever give up on her. The pile of bodies in the corner -- I'll drag them all out with me if I have to.

[ She'll face each and every individual corpse if she needs to, is what she means, each trace and shred of trauma left behind. There's no amount that's too much, that would dissuade her or turn her away. ]