Finish your mission, my love. Kill me.
Should both of us remain alive, our son will suffer the consequences. We've caused enough deaths, and all of them were sons and daughters to someone. Are you willing to do that to our own child?
There's no other way. I carry the sorrow of thousands of deaths already, and I will not carry that of my own blood. He's the impersonation of our love, the only happiness I could find in war besides you... I will not let it die, not if I can help it.
Yes, it has to be me. You can be closer to him in America, but me... being in the Soviet Union makes it impossible to meet him other than as enemies in the battlefield. I dread that idea. You, on the other hand, can take care of him even if he doesn't know who you are. A child needs his mother.
I am not abandoning you. I'll always be watching over you until your time comes, and we'll be reunited again. And some day in the future, our child will also join us and we'll finally be the family that we wished. That, I promise.
Shoot me, Joy. Kill me, so our son can live. Finish your mission.
You've always been a natural fighter, the spirit of the warrior will always be with you.
Don't be sad... We'll meet again someday.