"I know, mi amor." Stephanie quietly murmured between little sobs. "You're the bravest man I ever met and it's really, it really is one of the reasons I love you so much. Most other men would have taken one look at my life and run screaming. But, but you have to plan to live. You have to intend to be here and grow old."

She wiped at her eyes. "I'm not stupid. I know that horrible things happen. I know that there's a very real chance that fate could take- you know, it might not even be you. It could be me too. But you can't just assume you're going to die young. You can't. That's no way to live, not for you, not for me, not for us.

I'm sorry if I'm not making sense."