"How are you doing?"
"Badly," he replied. They stood, again, in the aftermath of a battle, but neither heeded the mess around them. "Will you at least tell me why? Why do I have to find out who you are before you'll tell me?"
"Because when you find out, you have to make a choice. You have to decide if you still want me."
"That's insane!" he exclaimed, but she held up a hand to silence him.
"My greatest fear in this is that once you find out who I am, you won't want me. To make it easier for both of us, you have the decision whether you want it or not."
Her goodbye kiss was sad. "Take care of yourself."