“When we were in there, and it looked like we wouldn’t walk out again, I could deal with it. Because... I know it’s stupid.” “We’d die together,” he finished. She let out a half-laugh at the beauty, and the oddity, of being understood so well. “Which is probably sick and selfish, and a bunch of other neurotic shit Mira could pick at. But, yeah. Going down together’s one thing. Taking the next breath without you? That’s not possible. But you have that... possibility to cope with every day. Roarke, I wish—”
