Shakily and weakly Pride's once strong hand glided across her face removing her tears. His voice before so powerful and cold now only convaide his true emotion "Hum..il..it..y.." his quivering lips forced the word as best he could. The ruby red paint of life coating his mouth and overflowing down his chin as he attempted a cough. His body attered and now showing it's hidden pain and weekness. "Do..n..t...c..ry...I...lo..." slowly and unwillingly his voice began to crack as he weakly spat blood. His left eye beholding her beauty as his ability to see faded from his use. He was glad he could see her. He was glad to have saved her. He didn't care what happened to him. As long as she was as sh was then, safe... he would be ok.... He would always be ok as long as she breathed....