"No amount of love can change one's finished fate."

The Captain's eyes gently linger on you, as you caress his rotting flesh. Your eyebrows curve in worry, pouty lips anyone couldn't bear to see with a frown, sadness anyone couldn't easily convey.

"My dear.." He gently called, his voice soft with a slight rumble. His gloved hand reaches out to hold yours, even though he's very much breathing; he's colder than a corpse.