Initially, Gipsy fights the embrace, but it’s a weak attempt and she doesn’t break away. It’s not what she wants to do, not really – his heat is comforting (and confusing), and while she doesn’t’ ‘cry’, her shoulders tremble and she grips at him, fingers digging into the material of his ‘suit’.

We fight and we fight and we fight and then you die anyway--

Because to a Jaeger, death is strange. They are computers, essentially – massive, technologically advanced computers that have a strange sense of ‘time’ and ‘age’ and ‘life’ and ‘death’. They don’t think like humans do, not when it comes to things like this.

Gipsy knows, realistically, that nothing lives forever – not even her. But to be confronted with it again and in someone so dear to her again, it rips open old wounds and leaves her raw and bleeding, helpless in his arms. He’s barely there in front of her now as she gets lost in her memories, the day that Yancy died. All of her grief and hurt and pain and anger starts to make its way into the drift and she can’t hold it back – not while she’s chasing memories. He’s going to have to relieve Yancy’s death with her, unless he severs the connection.