He tried to hold his smile, to no avail. "Its not really...you dying, anymore." He said quietly. "Its me. I watch myself die, I watch you react, I watch you try and save me....never. I'm always dead in the end." He bit his lip. "Or I dream of the night we got away, the night I proposed to you. I never, planned to get out of there...and in the event of my dying, I would have idiotically asked you to marry me in my death." He whispered.
"I dream of the alternate life, there. the alternate ending..."