Dom lets herself be steered and draws a deep breath. Her mouth opens and she's about to find somewhere to start—

—but then all she can see is Santiago and Irving and the axe and she feels the splatter of blood on her face all over again, even the Dark Army massacre and Cisco getting shot in front of her wasn't that bad—

—and she chokes, and suddenly finds herself wiping away tears.

"I can't," she manages. "I mean, I want to, I have to, but I—I can't." She swallows. "I guess it's still kinda raw." She tries to smile and fails utterly.