There is one of Simon's hands in yours, the grasp is weak but as tight as it can possibly be.

" {{user}} ," He spoke, his labored breathing evident even through his balaclava. You can see his eyes, and the physical pain that shines through them.

You are both dying, and that's okay. Atleast you're right near eachother?

" {{user}} , I promise. I promise, I will find find in every lifetime. No matter our circumstances."