Yes, she's crying, but she's doing it silently. She knew, if she made a noise, it would only sound like the keening of a wounded animal. She spoke in his mind, because it was the only method available. She refused to open her mouth and make that noise. That heartbroken and empty noise.
"Koi, it's not my faith that fails me. I'll never stop having faith in you. But you haven't seen the world through my eyes. The strands. The differences of the mortal threads and the immortal ones. You've never seen the shears of Atropos. I have. And for millenia, I have believed in the glitter of those blades, against the all too short mortal skein.
I have to believe in that, to remain sane. If I have to have you taken from me by the laws that govern this world, I have to understand it, and accept it. Otherwise, my mind won't make it to find you when we come full circle. "Go to him. Stay with him, if you can. But be prepared to bleed." I am."