Even if we win the Oracle, what's the plan? The Tree is dying. We're...

[He moves his tearstained hand, touches some of the dead vines in her hair, green eyes studying her. Maybe she'll think him a traitor, too, for voicing such concerns, but he has to say them all the same. It's not as though he can hide all his doubts when she's holding him like this, besides.]

I hate to say it, but I don't know what will happen to us, win or lose. I just don't want you to torment yourself more than you already are. No one can carry that kind of burden.