Who Honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us. . . and at the same time sings that we'll never die? Who teaches us what's real. . . and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we'll die to defend? Who chains us. . . and who holds the key that can set us free? It's you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight!
Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.