Josephine took a soft, deep breath, knowing there was not much time. Half a day perhaps, of life.  All that could have been, already thrown away. But she did not give up hope. 'In death, we shall be how we were in life.' That light was fading quick for her, as she was frightened. She wondered if she would get to see Raoul again, or if she and each of her doomed companions would be killed without any consolation from each other. Her only hope was that the last thing she heard, the last thing she saw, was Raoul. She didn't want him to mourn, or suffer. 'May his torment be brief.' The female shook her head as she was asked if there was anything left to do for her. "Not for me. Please, does my family know of their fate? May they be warned, so that they know what is to come." She fell silent for a moment, then glanced up. "And, could you tell them that I am sorry, and that their sacrifices are not in vain. And tell the prince that I love him." Her voice failed her at the end, her strength was quickly crumbling. "That is all I ask of you."