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They can't help but cling to each other, as the world comes down in flames.
She can't hear him over the sounds of war, but she can read his lips as he asks silently, "How did it come to this?" She doesn't know the answer.
Like a child clinging to a safety blanket, with a need more familiar to the night terrors of the distant memories of old dreams than her adult self, she grips him tighter. It runs deeper than her conscious self, perhaps even deeper than her desire to survive.
She needs someone there.
Through the ringing in her ears, she prays to a God she's forgotten since her short, violent childhood ripped her of any innocence. She's not sure if she believes in Him yet, but the man beside her does, and for now, maybe that will be enough.
Or maybe they'll all burn.