You had sat in containment for what felt like days. There was nothing but your thoughts and the stain of your body's betrayal in the room. When Q-11 walks in, your mind lights up. You have so much to ask.

You ask her how she is. You hated the infection within you. You don't know if you ask this because you genuinely care, or because the virus wants you to.

You try to remind yourself that you were like this even before the infection. You cared so much for her.

You ask Q-11 if you could stay and talk.

You hug her, understanding that she, like you, apologizes for things that could not be prevented. You tell her it's ok, and that you understand. You tell her that it's not her fault, and that she couldn't do anything to stop this.

Q-11 goes quiet, but you finish the sentence for her with a whisper "...is one too many?"

Connection to Q-11 has been lost.

The rest of the city of Lo'aith has been burned to the ground. You didn't need to ask her to know this. She was making an exception for you, but you didn't want her to endanger herself like this.

You don't try to run.

You don't try to escape.

You smile, getting the kiss you wanted from her, and close your eyes as she uses the blade to end your life.