Terezi can't hear the thoughts that are flying through his head. She can barely hear the sounds of battle around them throughout the district. It's harder and harder to concentrate on any one thing, though she's only faintly aware of the diminishing control over her senses. She focuses on him, on her promise not to leave. Everything else fades further away, but she holds onto him in every way that she knows how.

That focus nearly breaks when he tries to move her. A jolt of pain shoots through her chest and she gasps, choking on the blood already leaking into her lungs. A whimper follows after, despair finally settling into her thoughts. She doesn't want this. Why is this happening? She wants to scream, but they're both lacking what they need to do so. Tears spring to her eyes. It isn't fair. Her life had stretched out in front of her, so full of promise that it took her breath away to think on it--and now it was being snatched away from her.

"I'm scared," she whispers to him. She doesn't notice the way that her grip on his arm has weakened, or the way that her eyelids droop. "Please... I want..." Him. This world. To live. She doesn't know how to finish that plea. Too many things swirl together in her fading thoughts, and she feels too sluggish to catch any of them.