Tomorrow, her world will end.
Tomorrow, there will be a crash and bang and the piercing of flesh.
Tomorrow, she will bleed.
Tomorrow, she will have to leave him. Even if she doesn’t want to. Even if the only thing she wants is to never, ever, ever leave him.
Today, she doesn’t know that yet. But even if she did, her actions would be the same. Only one thing matters, beyond operators and Morpheus and pills and fighting. Being with Neo.