[He still remembers that conversation on that rooftop quite vividly. Promises of going somewhere far away, and if the Hand catches up to them they'll just keep running. Maybe it wouldn't have worked. Maybe it would have. He'll never know now.
That's twice now she's died in his arms. He struggled to move on the first time. Now he doesn't even know if he wants to.]
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That's twice now she's died in his arms. He struggled to move on the first time. Now he doesn't even know if he wants to.]
She's dead. I couldn't save her.