The lingering moments of the final human touch?

Let us suppose that there are just samurais and ninjas going berserk outside our houses. And you like a girl (or if you're a girl, a manly man), and you gotta fight. So you find some machine guns in your house that you tucked away in the corner.

Then you want to say to your family some goodbyes. Like that little finger with your child with their little hands. Or even the littler hands of your wife and her finger is littler than yours. And you touch their finger like ET and that's the final moment. What do you say now that the fate of the planet, or even more greater, your family, hangs on the balance?

The lingering moments of the final human touch?
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