Lily was tired of waiting. It had to be tonight. She couldn't live like this any longer. Her eyes had taken a demonic black flint to their usual sage and she herself was steeled for death. Had it not been for the Seer in her blood, she would know nothing of this night. She hadn't slept since she had known. Her life had taken one purpose only; to save Harry. She and James must die and in Voldemort's mind, in was already done. But the fire she had wouldn't allow her to die before giving James this final service. James would not die without an heir. Casting her eyes over Harry and James wearily, she let herself cry her tears of bitterness and desperation, if only for a moment. Finally falling asleep was a bitter luxury, like eating the best meal of your life, but with poison. Before she lost her bearings, she repeated a long-forgotten prayer whispered before sleep in the days she lived with Petunia and her parents. She sleepwalked and said in her dreams, "Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the lord my soul to keep, if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to keep." Before finally collapsing in a pile of misshapen Lily she realized this knowledge was turning her soul into shreds. It was too late. Now there was nothing that could be done.