She reached out to cup his cheek and leaned in, trying to meet his eyes. "I mean it. You can't be responsible for the two of us and I make my own choices. Like back on the space station. I wasn't going to leave you, but that was my choice." If they'd have blown up, it wouldn't be on him.

Her gaze softened a little. "I know it won't actually help me saying that, but I wanted you to hear it anyways." Just like she was always going to feel responsible for the flashes she saw. They were both kind of stubborn that way.

She searched his eyes for a moment, wanting to ask him something, but hesitated.