[Ah, damn. He hadn't meant to upset her more, he'd hoped to help her reflect on the possibility of a positive outcome. But for a man like him, with centuries of life beyond anything they've ever seen, maybe his regrets and joys and sorrows are all the sort of thing they might not quite comprehend. Or, well, who knows. He can't really even guess.

He squeezes Clara's hand in his. It's only a mild sort of sting, tolerable enough to push through and remind her that at least they still have each other. And then he frowns up at the sky before drooping his other arm across his eyes. He can tell he's going to cry too if he talks too much on any of these topics, but she shouldn't suffer alone.]

Law said he wanted to make sure I... That we both escaped together. He didn't really go into the details of what he had planned to make that happen. That guy's always finding a way to make me worry about him.