"...I will." [i]That was all that Oliver would say, as if there was nothing else to speak up. He was terrified, really: for Sarah, for a child, for his friends, for death and despair and never seeing her again.[/i] [i]But he'd get through it.[/i] [i]Oliver lightly kisses Sarah's forehead, sighing as met her eyes once more.[/i] "I'll have to go soon."