There are tears in her eye, ones that don't slide down, but linger on her waterline, shimmering, and she nods when he gives her the names. Molotov bends down, putting her forehead on his and letting her hair fall all around them to act like a curtain.

"Please, Tom, please. I need you."

She's choking on her words, knowing logically that it's ending and neither of them can stop it, but unable to let go of the thought that if he just tries hard enough, if she wants it enough, that he'll make it through.

"Tell me what you want."