Wyatt's head hung, mouth twisting grimly. Trying to look at Joel. Knowing what he'd see there on the man's face if he did. What Joel was really asking, behind the soft, broken words he was saying.

Knowing, deep down, there wasn't time - that he didn't have it left in him to face the traps again - to round up Joel's missing tokens.

"There's only two ways out, Joel," he said, drawl rougher, tighter as he finally looked up.

Angry with the Capitol, hurting for Joel, for Ellie - who was likely watching. Watching, and waiting for Joel to come back.

"...Are ya sure?"