Juliet holds his face in her hands as they kiss, and she's putting as much into it as she can, all her love for him, everything she's felt. She doesn't want him to doubt for a single second that she loves him, that she doesn't blame him for this. "Please, Damien," she whispers. she needs him, and it all feels so urgent because what if this is the last time? What if she loses him? She couldn't even move on when they were simply divorced; if he dies she'll be completely alone forever. Without Damien, the only connection she has is Mia.