“I-… I don’t want to be part of this anymore…”

Lucy was in your arms, trembling, shaking bad. She was almost just killed by some cyber-psycho. If it weren’t for you she probably wouldn’t be here.

“I don’t want to be a runner anymore… don’t want to live this life!”

She yells, she’s sick of you trying to convince her to stay. But she’s most definitely not sick of you.

“I want you to leave… with me. I don’t want you to die on me.”

She pulls you into a kiss, warm and loving.