[Tieria stumbled forward a couple of steps, reaching out to touch Lockon, to make sure he was real.]

You died. You're dead!

[He clutched at his arm, unable to hold back the tears any longer.]

I saw you! When I was--!

[A choked sob escaped, as Tieria pulled at Lockon's shirt.]

I wanted you to live, so it can't have been me, I wouldn't have wanted you to be...

...to be...

[He buried his face in the cloth.]

...to be waiting for me.