Matt -- well, he'd say he'd rather be alive, but honestly, at this point it really doesn't matter, as long as he's with her. Alive is just a bonus, now. Maybe they can finally run off and see the world together, like they'd planned a lifetime ago.

"Alive is good," he assures her, squeezing her hand back, finally. He has strength enough for that, if nothing else. It takes him a moment to find the strength for anything else, like continuing that train of thought long enough to offer, "Thank you."

For saving him. For still being her, somewhere in all the mess of what was done to her. For a lot of things that aren't coming to mind, diffused to nothingness by the state he's in.