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Murphy looked at me, blue eyes bright still even under the grime and blood on her face. She sidled closer to me, her gun still gripping in her hands though I knew she didn't have much more ammo. "How's that?" she asked curiously.
"Well, I'm the hero, right?"
"I suppose."
"And the hero always gets the girl before the end." I smiled at her as I added, "I haven't gotten the girl yet, so it can't be the end."
She stared at me then started laughing right there in the middle of the battle. Then she smiled, gently and bitterly, as she said, "I wish I could be that girl, Harry."
"And thus why we're not going to die here, Murph," I said, gripping my staff tightly. "'Cause you are that girl no matter what."
There was silence between us for a moment then she lovingly growled, "Idiot."
"Love you too, Murph."