She emerged from her room, her hair tied back in her usual braid. Her brows were furrowed and she looked tired, rubbing her arm nervously.
She didn’t look at him, her head bowed. “I don’t want to fight with you,” she said after a moment. “You’re all I’ve got.”
"I don't want to argue either," he said, "but.. You've got to see where I'm coming from on this, right?"
“Of course I do,” she replied heavily, crossing her arms. “I don’t want to die, Abel. I just want to be here with you and enjoy life, but having knowledge means that you have to be responsible and you need to act. This is beyond either of us.” She shrugged, looking out the window. “I think you knew that at one point.”
“Because I’m not smart enough to keep going if you die, Abel,” she said, her voice cracking. “There is only one person who knows this whole situation inside and out and that’s you.”
“What happens if you die in there, Abel?” she replied. “It ends. All of it just ends. If I die in there, you’re able to figure out the next move.”
She sighed, her shoulders sagging. She looked really tired and she approached him, resting her hands on his chest. “I know you don’t want anyone to die,” she told him quietly. “I know. But we need to come up with another plan, then, because this is the best one we’ve got.”
“Then let’s go plan,” she told him, looking up at him. “We go into the planning room and we work until we figure something out.”
