He's going to pull that line on her, really? Now she really should be punching him, but instead she just lets go of the wound and grabs the hand on her cheek instead. "You shut up, okay? It's going to be fine, we'll be fine. You'll be fine."
All lies. Pretty, vapid, empty lies that they both know don't mean a thing, but she lets them pour anyway. She's not ready to let go yet, they've still got so much to accomplish and she can't do it without him. He deserves the peace, but he never deserved to go out like this, and she bites down hard on the inside of her cheek as she squeezes his hand harder. Just keep it together a little longer, Anna. He's almost gone. She's got to keep telling herself that, because she owes him that much. She owes it to him to wait.
"You keep a spot warm for me, okay? Wherever you damn well end up, I don't care, you better save me a seat."
And she's just going to ignore the fact that she can't physically stop the tears from falling any more.