He's going to lose her. He can feel it. She's going to go off on this stupid suicide mission and there's nothing he can do about it. He knows that. It doesn't mean he won't spend as much time as he can trying to get her to rethink this.

Seasons, he wishes he were faster at typing.

No one else is worth your life. Come to the Nexus. Come and be safe. Please. It will work out. I'll make it work out.