After the storm, after everything finally stopped, stopped moving, stopped running, and they could all finally catch their breaths, the they realized they were one short. One lay fallen, somewhere near the last and final explosion, bleeding and gasping for air.
As if the world moved in slow motion sequences, a cry rang out, from two different people in unison and when they reached her broken, bleeding body, she shot Peter in the heart by asking for Lincoln.
He slunk away, trying to understand what just happened, and Lincoln leaned over her body, held her hand, and kissed her forehead tenderly as she died. Peter watched, helpless and heartbroken; pieces of his own soul died with her, unwanted and unappreciated.
The battle was over, won at long last, but came at the expense of Olivia's death and two men were left to float aimlessly through the void after the storm and after everything finally stopped.