Jaszt woke up and looked around. He wasn't in his apartment, and he knew he was still in hers. For a moment he panicked, not sure if it was entirely safe to have slept here at all.
He calmed himself and realized he was still here. He hadn't been arrested or killed. He was safe, as safe as he felt with her, even though he was of the Faithful, and she was of the Chosen. He knew she wouldn't betray him, nor would he betray her.
He rolled out of the bed and found his pack containing his armor and gear. After suiting up he looked around again. For being as evil as he had always been taught, she did a nice job decorating her apartment. It was a sure sight better than his place.
Jaszt prepared to leave and as a last minute thought, pulled out a scrap of paper. He didn't think the recorded messages and videos of the day were quite as personal as a simple note. After writing it, he headed for the door. On his way out, to his surprise, she returned, dressed in her own armor. He smiled when he saw her and approached her.
"Sorry... I had an emergency..."
"It's alright, I didn't expect you to wait for me to wake up..."
"I wanted to..."
And so, knowing that they're both doomed, they began another day. A couple of warriors on opposite sides of a war that could no longer survive without the other. Yes, they were doomed. Yes, they knew it. And knowing this, they had to make every day they had count.
On the bed, the note sat. "One day we will meet in Elysium, where we may dwell in each other's arms for 250 years... or longer."