[He doesn't really understand why she's still here. He's been nothing but unpleasant and he knows this, even if he has no desire or energy to ever make himself more palatable for others. But she has strength. A fire he's sorely missing. There's a joke here, about how he always gravitates towards these types of people- people who pull him into danger, people who believe the best in others, people who want to do well. Maybe it's what he wants to do, too, and it's just impossible to get there on his own.

Trust is funny, with him. He never wants to give it. But he does, without knowing, an extension of simply wanting not to be so alone. He's safe, in isolation, but he's not happy. He never was.

He tries to will his breathing slower, hand in his hair shaking as he pushes it back like he was smoothing something out, like he wasn't about to pull something right out.]

Trust you, huh?

[I trust nothing, and no one.

He doesn't want to be that way.]

... We'll get 'em. But sometimes you gotta regroup, so.

[He's not giving up. But he needs her back. He knows this.]

You can. I mean. I'm still gonna go wreck a temple or two. 'Ff you wanna come with.