His voice breaks. The stinging in her eyes increases, culminating in hot tears that slip down and a throat that closes up completely for a moment, choking. For a moment she can't say anything until she swallows hard, wincing as raw vocal cords are irritated. "It's going to happen," it's amazing how small her voice is now, considering that she once shouted the slogan of an entire revolution. "When I leave this island. They're going to execute me."