"You can make it through this. I know you can. Y-You have to..." / B)
It pains him to see her like this. He wish he could tell herthat things were going to be all right, but the bullets in hischest were proving otherwise. There’s so much he wishhe could do at this moment, but all he can do is comfort,and remember.
“Steph…Steph, look at me.”
He cups her chin to lift it up, staring at her with contempt.
“Be strong–for me. I need you to do that. Don’t…regretwhat happened here. You–You need to live, okay? Youhave to live through this.”
His eyes burn with tears, trying not to breathe too quickly.With his hand moving to wipe away the tears from her cheek,he presses his lips against her own, secure and long sothat it can last for the time that he has left. He presses hisforehead against her’s, eyes shutting as he tries to comforther out of the inevitability. Then he gives her a demandso that she doesn’t have to witness him taking his final breath.So that she can make it out of this.
“–Go.”
