It's a choice that many of us come to face. Die to save the one you love, or learn to live without them. For some it will be the hardest decision they will ever have had to make. For others...for me there is no real choice. When you have already lost so much, when you have failed to save so many of the people that you love, then dying to save your wife becomes the simplest thing, maybe because you know that you can't live without out her, that her death would be the last straw, just one loss too many, and sure you have something to live for besides her these days, your own son, and James' boy, but these responsibilities will fall to someone else now as you throw yourself in front of the curse that was meant for the violet haired Nymph who fights beside you. You see her face as you fall, the last thing you will ever see and you are happy, for the briefest of moments all you can feel is joy and warmth as all the best memories you have pass through your mind just as they told you they would, and you think of your wife and your beautiful son, and you think of your friends and you wonder if you will see them now. There is no sound, there is no light, there isn't anything, and then the darkness comes and for the first time in your existence you are at peace.