It's okay.

Even if we both die, it's alright. Together, we'll carry the light, we'll sore through the sky... yeah. I'll hold your hand and it'll be just fine, and we'll revive our light, we won't go down without a fight. The darkness consumes, but amongst that pure friendship blooms. If we both die, it's alright. The light always wins, this is where the real story begins, yeah, yeah.