Elizabeth is holding him, crying hysterically and begging him to stay. But he's not going anywhere: he can't go anywhere because his legs don't seem to want to work. He tries to lift his arms to hold her to him, but somehow they're not working either. She's so upset.
He tells her he loves her. That he's not afraid. That he's glad he chose her. That he'd do it again and again, only this time he'd never be a fool to believe she doesn't love him. He tells her he's sorry he doubted her, that he's sorry he left her to come over to the Dutchman. He tells her he's sorry he failed. He smiles and kisses her tears away, and tells her he's going to stop anything from hurting her ever again.
He does all this in intention, but all he has the strength to do is open his eyes as far as they'll go and take in everything about her. To stay with her for as long as possible. To make her the last thing he sees. To fill his last breath with Elizabeth Turner.
Then his eyes droop shut, and he sighs for the last time.
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Elizabeth is holding him, crying hysterically and begging him to stay. But he's not going anywhere: he can't go anywhere because his legs don't seem to want to work. He tries to lift his arms to hold her to him, but somehow they're not working either. She's so upset.
He tells her he loves her. That he's not afraid. That he's glad he chose her. That he'd do it again and again, only this time he'd never be a fool to believe she doesn't love him. He tells her he's sorry he doubted her, that he's sorry he left her to come over to the Dutchman. He tells her he's sorry he failed. He smiles and kisses her tears away, and tells her he's going to stop anything from hurting her ever again.
He does all this in intention, but all he has the strength to do is open his eyes as far as they'll go and take in everything about her. To stay with her for as long as possible. To make her the last thing he sees. To fill his last breath with Elizabeth Turner.
Then his eyes droop shut, and he sighs for the last time.
He's not afraid.