[Oh. That... it actually felt like being stabbed in the stomach a little. Not that it was her fault, but it was a legitimate question, and one his answer was getting shakier on by the day.]

"I'd like to believe I go to Heaven. If I've earnt it." [His tone was slightly bitter on the last sentence, and he couldn't quite hide it. He'd like to think he'd earnt it, but recent events meant he was unsure.]

"I forced myself to accept my death before it happened. So I believe I'm going to Heaven."