"Do you believe in angels?"

Those were the last words he thought of before he died. The ruckus of the Covenant had disappeared, and only her voice rang through his ears. The question repeated over and over, and Six wondered what became of the little girl.

"No."

Six closed his eyes as the last bits of energy were drained out of him. He wasn't Catholic, but he prayed for humanity's survival to any god or goddess that would listen.

"But aren't you an angel mister?"

The girl's face showed the faintest signs of a frown.

He prayed and prayed till he could no longer feel the crushing pain of the Elite. He prayed till his body went numb. . .

"Not even close, now let's get you back to your parents."

The little girl shook her head and looked at Six with sad eyes. She unzipped her jacket and showed a narrow hole of a bullet. It hit her just above the heart. "I almost died alone, but you saved me," she said. She took his hand and placed it to her chest. "Thank you." She closed her eyes and smiled.

By now, Six's vision was weakening, and his breath was shortening. He was close to his death. He knew it. But even then, he imagined that he could still feel the girl's faint heartbeat.

"You're my angel."