Nothing more.

Faced by a hopeful crowd, he heard her whimper, her whispered "Get me out of here." He told his son to carry the ball. Knew she had nothing more to give. Not now.

His Laura. In so much pain, she burnt her scripture, cringed at his touch, refused her treatment.

Sweet Dualla. Cheerful, level headed, hopeful Dee. Felt there was nothing more left for her, no hope. And gave up.

He confronted Saul, pushed all the right buttons, tried to manipulate him into shooting. He had nothing more to give. No reason.

Lost.

They could take no more.