He stumbles inside the cabin, managing to light a small flame before collapsing against the wall, each breath a deep gasp for air.

"You look terrible." A familiar voice. His vision blurs slightly as he sees her standing there again. His wife. "How are you going to escape this one?"

"I don't." Alecsandr winces. "I won't. I know they're coming. It's only a matter of time."

"Giving up so easily?" Natya steps closer, staying on the edge of his darkened vision. "Is that really how it's going to end? With you giving up, dying? Alone in the middle of nowhere?" She pauses. "Is that what a hero would do?"

"I never was a hero." He retorts. "I never was going to be. I doomed this world. And then I ran away. Hid from my actions instead of facing them."

"So you're admitting defeat?"

"... I am." He laughs weakly. "It's only fitting this is how I die."