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Leon is glad Grace isn't there, in the end. He remembers Marvin, remembers watching him die, watching him become something else, a shell of the man that had been so kind to him on that day in October. He knows she'll survive, she's good at that, as much as she doesn't seem to think so.
He slumps against the door, too weak to stand any longer. It feels so reminiscent of Spain that he'd laugh if he had the energy. He thinks about Ashley; she's a virologist now, a walking memorial for Luis. She's been checking on him daily, until this last mission, promising every time they talk that she's trying to find a cure; he's heard the hope dimming in her voice with every death though, and their last call had ended with him telling her it was okay, he was proud of her no matter what. She hadn't been able to hang up in time to keep him from hearing her sobbing on the other end of the line.
He hasn't heard much from Sherry, but he knows she's probably not in much better shape than he is. He hopes the meds are keeping her comfortable, at least. She shouldn't have to be in pain. He can take it, if it means being clear-headed in these last moments, just in case Grace needs him. She probably won't though, she's stronger than she knows.
Fuck, he's tired. He didn't expect to be so tired, somehow. Fatigue has been creeping up on him, and there's no shaking it off, no more pushing through it. He's exhausted, and he slumps down a little more against the door, his eyes slipping shut. He wants to sleep, but he has to keep listening. If he lets himself sleep, that's it. This is over, and Grace- What if she needs him? He knows there's not much he can do, but he can put himself between her and whatever last bullshit Gideon and that blond fucker have cooked up; he can buy her a few more precious minutes to get out. He can save one more person.
"Leon?"
He looks up at her, and pastes on a tired smile, because he doesn't want her to be afraid; not when she's gotten so brave, not when they need her to hold onto that bravery just a little longer. "Just resting my eyes," he says, and lets her drag him to his feet.
He can give her a few more minutes, if it's the last thing he does.