John was holding her up, holding her, wishing he didn't have to do this. Molly was such a gentle soul and he didn't want to burden her with this. But he had no choice. They needed all the knights. All of them.

"It's alright Molly. It's alright." He kissed her head and then pulled back a bit. She was so pale. He stroked her cheek gently and smiled at her.

"It's alright. I'm here. We're both here." John assured her.