Amara couldn't help but swell with love when he refused. He would rather suffer for two thousand years than to be without Amara. It gave her so much hope and in that moment she fell in love with him all over again but he was so sad, so angry and it was a mixed feeling, but nonetheless, she was still a girl still very much in love and seeing him like this, it was heartbreaking to her.
"No," she whispered, feeling her eyes well up when he pulled away from her and she reached for him, taking those steps toward him. "I'll help you. I'll fix it. I'll make it better, Silas. You're the only reason I didn't give up." This time. This time. Because last time, she still wanted death, she wanted peace, but Silas was her peace and she wanted to believe that, but he had to believe it too or else it was tainted and their efforts were wasted.
She touched his face and looked at him, so close as she shook her head. "We'll mend it, we'll mend us. I'm terrified that she will show up, but I have you. Our love is powerful, it has lasted over two thousand years," she smiled softly, hoping that he would look at her.
"I know I gave up on you. I begged for death, I begged for you to end me, but I am begging you now to not give up on me. On us or on this."