He hadn't been expecting that. If he'd known it could save her, he'd have made a more direct course, wouldn't have wasted time working on this or that, getting himself killed. He thought it was some sentimental piece of shit she wanted to see before he died. That's how things go, now days. You can't save nobody.

Yet, somehow, he saved her?

But he couldn't save her. The thanks curdles in his stomach, turning everything sour along with it.

"Don't." He looks away from her, out through the wall of glass.