"There are guns," she whispers, her strength almost gone. "Under my bed. They're his. Use them. To get..." She blinks slowly, her train of thought gone. She can only hope he understands.

She reaches up, her hand shaking at the effort, and touches his cheek with her trembling fingers. There are tears in her own eyes, blurring her already fading vision. She wants to believe, has to believe, that they'll see each other again. But she can't be sure. Nothing is certain.

"I know," she whispers, softer still. "I know you will." Her hand sinks down, finding rest on the ground beside her. There are two more things she needs to say, vital things, and she takes a couple labored breaths to try to keep herself conscious, just for another minute.

"I love you."