His words are bittersweet, though she can't let him know. If she hadn't given him that strength, maybe he wouldn't have sacrificed himself. It's so selfish, she knows, but watching him die had been so hard--it had been like losing Antiope all over again. So preventable, and yet inevitable all at the same time.

Diana leans forward, ghosting her lips across his, almost as if she's still afraid he's going to vanish still.