She'd laugh if he ever told her that. Laugh and tell him he was full of shit. She was the antithesis of life and growing things. She was death and pain and... no.

He lets go and it's a little anticlimactic. She's just standing there, looking over at him, wondering if she'd dreamed the whole thing or if this was some kind of a joke. "I think it's over. Whatever it is." Denial, it was a hell of a drug.