I take his hand and he takes mine.
Joined together, I swear myself to him. 
It seems that everything I've done, he's done, we've done
has led up to this moment.

None of the guns or "Heil Hitlers" can take this moment away from us.
The moment when we are joined together as one. 
I am his and he is mine. 

He is regarded as one of the greatest orators and leaders of all time.
But to me he will always be Wulf. He is my Wulf and I am his Eva.

People seem to think I am unaware of it all.
 That I do not think we are at war. 
That my Wulf is hated by the British.

But they do not know him like I do. 
I have been with him for 12 years. 
He has done what any honourable man would do-
 protect his country, home and family.

He told me that we were going to lose.
That when they fell, the British would torture him.
They would torture me because I was his wife.
He said that he wouldn't let them take away his life.
 Or mine.

We were going to take back control.

We said goodbye to Gobbels, Bormann and Speer. 
I wrote a letter to my family. 
 He didn't have anyone else. 
I told him it had been the best 40 hours of my life
 because he let me be his wife.
 He kissed me.

and gave me a pill.
"Trust me," he said. 
"It won't hurt. I'll be right by you."
He took the seat next to me.
Put the pistol up to his right temple.
And pulled the trigger.
I bit into the pill.
And felt the world slip away.