[Carlisle's voice is equally small as he responds, ink dripping from him; the stress is terrible upon them both, even if his is more visible.]

Perhaps it should have been us both so many years ago... but here we are, still alive. Perhaps we should take advantage of it.

[Glacius wouldn't want to hear either of them talk like this -- he wouldn't want them arguing. The alien's hearts are too kind for either of them.

Carlisle turns his head away, glancing out the window. The storm outside seems so quiet compared to the one thundering in his chest. He speaks again, his voice barely audible over the squall.]

Do you... want to live, Kate?