"Okay," she murmurs, and it's hell to not let the tears down, to succumb to how terrible she feels both physically and emotionally, but she has to be the strong one now.

The only one.

"I'll see you soon, darling." She says it softly, dips her head more to kiss him, and then she takes her knife from him, the one she sent with him to protect as well as attack, and she slices through the big artery on the side of his neck, not moving away even as blood sprays and she chokes back a sob.