"It was-" Walter begins, only to cut himself off, rubbing his forehead with both hands.

"I could see through her eye - Caitlin's - again. She could see me, dying. I think she was trying to get me to cut the links."

Which had, after a fashion, worked... after a still terrifyingly-long time.

"I couldn't hear anything, though, if she was even talking to me. Or able to."

And even if Webmind had been able, the sensation of too much information (and what a way for that phrase to become literal), of being too spread out, had been overwhelming.