She couldn't take it anymore. She was crumbling. All her friends are dead, only Shaun'sd left. She was in pain.
So creating a emotional barrier seemed the wisest thing to do. She couldn't let what she felt for him go too far. Like a precaution. If he died, she wouldn't feel so affected, right?
She was lying to herself.
Both were falling into a deep sadness. It's weird how you have to move on after someone's death, especially being an Assassin. And that fact forces you to move on.
But they had their ways of reliving the pain. None of them very good. But it seemed to work at the moment.
Shaun now fears of becoming an alcoholic.
Rebecca can't chill without her 'funny' cigarettes.
What are they becoming?
The emotional barrier didn't worked at all.
And now Rebecca was in a hospital. She might be dying. No one knows. Shaun brought the whiskey with him just in case.
Just in case.
And there she was, inside an eerie surgery room. 'Am I dying?' came the question 'Am I?'
tears rolled down her cheeks, even thought she was asleep, somehow she could still think, and this thought insisted in stay.
'I can't leave Shaun.' - 'I can't die.'
He waited her on the hospital's reception. - 'I'm not leaving her alone here.'
He had his hopes. And he did not believed much on praying or anything related to religion, but he was so desperate that any type of help was welcome.
'I should've taken that shot. It is all my fault.' - It was all he could think of.
'It is all your fault!' her voice echoed in his head. 'You should've saved the only friend you have. You promised to protect ME!'
He shook his head.- He was starting to lose his mind.
Something that also didn't leave his head was the fact that he simply didn't told her.
He waited for the right time, for a long time. And now, maybe he lost his only chance.
He should've told her. - "Maybe now it's too late."