"If the case proves to be dire, then we find a solution." John's voice had lowered, though the firmness remained. "Death is not the end. Not for you, for me, so who's to say it would be for her, hmm?" John refused to think that there was a final answer to any problem, especially when it came to the few people in this world that he cared about.

He stepped closer to her. "You aren't thinking clearly, and you shouldn't. This is your daughter." He swallowed the offending possessive word our and continued, "But I will not let you give up."