Nothing about their life together has been fair, going back to all those early times one or both of them nearly died. This is less fair than usual, though - the fact that Scully has to see this lonely vision of her future, that she has to live with her losses before she even has the things she loses.

Mulder loves her, loves having her here beside him. He loves the familiar scent of her hair and her slender arm resting on his chest. He despises utterly the fact that she's suffering.

"We'll get you home," he murmurs, hoping to soothe her, "and you'll still have me. I'll be there with you - and I'll love you, Scully. As much then as I do now."