"I don't know what to do," she whispered. Louder, "When I closed the city, I swore it would be forever. That I wouldn't be selfish, keeping those people alive for thousands of years just to keep me happy."
Now, she turned in his arms and looked up at him. "If I weren't pregnant, just being here would have made me ME again. Our son prevents that." She wrapped her arms around his waist. "If I stay this way, if I leave the city in ruins, then I want to grow old and die. With you."