For a moment, her throat feels tight, and she swallows past it, choosing instead to squeeze his hands back. If she could stay out of the way, if there was a path that didn't require blood to keep the engine running, she'd like it. She'd like very much to not have to be hurt in order to keep her existence. But that day isn't here yet. And to make sure Wayne never is forced to, she'll go gladly and by choice.

"I'll hold out as long as I can. I promise you."

Whatever it is. She'll fight for every second - just like she used to. No matter the dignity she loses in the process. She won't make it easy.