Emily tasted sweetness in the kiss despite the bitterness surrounding them.

She wouldn't care less about anything else right now, she just wants to kiss him.

She totally forgot about Cooper's condition, and Riccardo's death, about the upcoming japanese-italian war, about the other shot kids.

She forgot everything and anyone else, allowing herself to drown in the pool of his manliness and dwell in the shawl of his scent.

She kissed him like hers, her own, her husband for real.

Even if ...