The fight is over. I kneel, holding her in my arms, cradling her head in my lap.

Ramirez writhes and lets out his final screams, whilst you suffer your pain in silence. If only I had thought ahead, I could have changed something, anything, so that neither of us would have to feel this pain.

I remember it all so clearly. That last night, do you remember, too?
Neither of us could sleep. But I came and found you. Listening to that tune you were singing, stood staring at the moon from where you were hiding, thinking. The song made me forget my worries, my troubles. It made me feel at peace. You said it was a lullaby your mother taught you. You said it was called Final Rest, didn't you?
If only I had done something different that night, followed my instincts, followed my heart. Instead of hurting myself. Instead of hurting you like I did.

If I could have that last night over again, this is how it would have gone...

We stood next to each other, looking up at the red moon, chatting, trying to pretend as though neither of us were scared, as though this were any other night. Until you told me you were afraid.
Afraid of getting hurt, of dying. Afraid of losing me, afraid of losing anyone, for that matter. You told me how I was like a substitute to the family that you lost, and how you were afraid that the upcoming day would change it all.
I was scared too. I was terrified. So why didn't I say so, why did I tease you like I did? Why did I act like such a jerk? At any rate, you seemed a little cheered up by it all. Then it happened.
Without realising, we were both so close to each other, we could get no closer, physically and emotionally. Then you turned around, reached up, and kissed me.
I stood there, unable to move, to speak. I felt my cheeks burn, and as I looked at you, you stopped smiling. Instead you looked embarrassed, upset and, well… heart broken.

"I...have to go." You mumbled, turned and ran off.
Why didn't I call you back? Why didn't I hold you to me, kiss you back, return the feelings that were churning inside me, like my heart was screaming at me to do? I only wish that I had acted differently. Even if it had only been one night together, we would still have had that much. Why? If I loved you so badly, why did I not take the plunge, tell you, open my heart to you?

I prop you into a sitting position, and you lean against my shoulder, one tiny slender hand in mine, the other clutching the gaping hole in your stomach. Tears fall down your cheeks, yet you still look up at me, murmuring your apologies over and over again.
Kissing your forehead, I ask you to sing the lullaby one more time.
You smile weakly and oblige. The song fills me with a kind of warmth I know I'll never feel again, and I realise that tears are streaking down my face too. Half sitting, you lean against me, the haunting melody echoing across the ship, soothing, yet wordless. Just a tune, yet it reminds me of you. Of us.
You close your eyes, and I somehow know that they'll never open again. Your hand falls limp in mine, and the tears make slower tracks down your cold cheeks.
I hold you against me, burying my face in your long red hair, breathing in that scent one more time. Your Final lullaby. Your Final Rest.