[The touch is so tender that he doesn't expect it; his body shudders a little, but he manages to tighten his fingers around their hand, not wanting them to think it was a bad reaction and pull away.

His grip is tight. A little desperate.]

I don't know.

[It feels like the words are forced out of him. Torn. He doesn't know. He feels like he's been here before, faced with an impossible choice, and not at all sure how to honor those who paid the ultimate price to get him here except - ]

We have to stay. If we stay - if we survive - I don't know if that's winning, but it sure as hell doesn't seem like losing.