"I tried," she says, so quiet it's barely a whisper. "I had a month without ya already. Knowin' that back home you were-"

She shudders. It's so hard to talk about, to even think about losing them. Even with months between her and that night, the wound feels raw and festering. She doesn't think she'll ever get over it. Not really.

"I don't wanna ever do that again. It goes both ways Kobra. So you can just get mad all ya want for me comin' after ya." She draws back, grabbing at his face. "I ain't gonna listen. Not to that. Ya spent a lotta time lookin' out for me. You gotta let me do the same sometimes."