He didn't like the sadness in her voice but then he didn't like the sadness in himself.

"I'm not going to lie and say that you'll see him again. That's not really reassuring when none of us know really, if we're..."

He trailed off. Part of that was sleepiness. It seemed he was finally starting to drift off a little, the day's agitation finally winding down and giving way to exhaustion. Part of it was that the words 'if we're going to die' didn't need to be said when that was their ever-present reality.

"But don't ever forget it's not impossible, either."