Emilio desperately clutched Unnur's hand to his breast, tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked at the face of the woman he loved beyond whatever it was that was staining her soul.
The light was fading from Unnur's eyes, the blue stated to give way to a soft green. "Emilio, listen to me," she rasped.
Emilio nodded. "Don't push yourself. We can fix this. Markos is here... he travels with others!"
Unnur shook her head. "You made a choice, it's different this time."
"Please don't leave me, Unnur. We can get away from this place and start over, you don't have to suffer any more," he whispered trying to suppress a sob. "I don't want a reality without you in it."
At the edge of the Holy Lance's glow, the thing in the darkness snarled. "It's too late! You can't take it back, boy!"
"No." Emilio felt a warmth spread through his body and down into his hand to Unnur's. "But maybe, I can give something back."
