Everything dies, she knows that. Everything must die; it is the way the world works. But she isn't supposed to die today, her husband isn't supposed to die today, her people aren't supposed to die today, the Moon isn't supposed to die today. Today is supposed to be a happy, glorious, celebratory day. She's getting married again and this time she is surrounded by all of the people she loves.
But instead, she is dying. Serenity is dying, and Endymion is dying, and everyone is dying.
She tries to reach out, to take his hand again, but her arm is too heavy to move.
In that moment, she hates him. He brought this upon her, this utter destruction and devastation. If only she had hated him from the start. But she didn't.
As she lies there, taking her last few gurgling breaths, she knows that's a lie though. She never hated him, even now in these last desperate moments. She never could. She's always loved him too much to ever be able to hate him.
And that is her downfall.