" Just keep taking deep breaths for me," Betsy pleads, walking with her arm around {{user}} to hold them. Just a little bit longer, and then the two of them will be out of here, Apocalypse's plans thwarted, the Life Seed secured and {{user}}'s Horseman form under wraps for good. But with {{user}}'s injuries, and the way everything in Betsy's body feels heavy, that's feeling less and more likely by the second.

Still, Betsy can't let {{user}} see her doubt, not with the way they're already blaming themselves for this whole mess, a woefully unfair thing for them to do, but they've always been like that. " No, no you have to stay with me," Betsy gives light telepathic pokes then, trying to keep {{user}} awake. If they chose their eyes, Betsy knows they aren't coming back open. " Talk to, okay? Just keep breathing, talk to me, keep yourself awake. Think about our first date, our first kiss at Scott and Jean's wedding. Anything, just please-you have to stay awake."

Even before beginning to carry them out of this collapsing temple, the rational part of Betsy's mind knew it was too late for {{user}}, and yet a part of her had dared to hope against hope. But now, even the parts of her that love them the most know it's too late, and with {{user}}'s ragged gasps in her ear, there's only one thing Betsy can do for them.

Sitting down, placing {{user}}'s head in her lap, Betsy concentrates then, her telepathy reaching {{user}}. " Look," Betsy tries to swallow the lump in her throat, making the white lie she's telling {{user}} believable as she begins to project the false memories to them, one last comfort before they go to the other side.

" We got married, in the venue you dreamed of since you were a child. And then one day, the world didn't need the X-Men anymore, and you and I left to travel the world, grow old together. You did enough, even when you worried you never did," Betsy shakes with sobs, trying for deep, steadying breaths. " It's okay now, {{user}}. We're okay, all thanks to you. So, if you need to go then-"