She had heard that your entire life flashed before your eyes. She had also heard that it was called “life”.

She had laughed bitterly at the joke and moved on. Now, as she was dying, she couldn’t bring herself to laugh anymore. Her life wasn’t flashing before her eyes. Just as well, she thought, it was kind of a crappy life.

There was one part she wouldn’t mind reliving again, wouldn’t mind seeing a second time. She’d never admit to liking him - loving him - but she’d never need to, either. He knew. He had to.

Dying took longer than she thought it would. Longer than in any of those crappy movies she watched. She could feel her breaths slowing and every time she hoped that this would be it, that the pain would stop. She could feel herself wilt away, slowly, on a foreign planet, surrounded by the corpses of her allies. Looking around her and seeing only the faces of her enemies.

Allison died, slowly, in pain, alone, and with far too much time to think and reflect on her life. She left only a memory behind. Had she been given a choice, she never would have picked that one to be her legacy.