Is it enough if I say that I believe you? It's not just saying words; I believe you. I know now that strange things happen, strange things that can't always be explained.

[ He moves in a little closer and his hold on her tightens just a fraction, as if saying without words that she won't lose him, not if he has anything to say about it. ]

I'm sorry about your family; I'm sorry you lost all of them. But I know you, and I know you wouldn't make up something like this.

[ She rests her forehead against his, and he leans his forehead against hers in return. ]

Okay. We'll fight together. [ Somehow... her on her side of things, him on his. And maybe one day, they'll be on the same side again.

But then she's pressing herself against him, and every part of her is touching him, and he's touching her in return. They fit together as if they were made for each other, and he can't stop the pleasured moan that escapes him.

If they have to be apart whenever these moments come to an end, he wants to make sure he remembers this. He wants to remember how she feels. He wants to remember how they feel when they're together.

He wants to remember everything. ]