She'll remember this time.
Giving my life for her defeats my purpose, but it'd make her remember.
'One hundred times he's saved her life'. Triple that, and that's how many times he's looked at her. The way I want to.
Next mission, I scoop her up and we run from danger. I've done it before. She chooses to forget.
We just need to make it to the ship alive. The worse shape we are in, the better it'll go for me.
Her face is bloody, gashed, and she can't even focus her eyes.
I kiss her. She dies.
But remembers…