[ She says that and it makes his heart want to stop. If it can. He's dead already; what worse could it do? But her words strike him to the core, because it's romantic and almost poetic, and Vin is not those things. She is practical and careful and far more vulnerable than she seems. Those words aren't poetry. They're just Vin, opening herself up and letting him see her. That's why it cuts so close, and why it hurts so much. ]

No. I don't suppose you are.

That's how I felt, you know. In those last moments, against Ruin. I felt that you were with me, and that was all I needed to know. I think you were beyond my reach then, as well. But I still felt you. I always will.