[Even when she looks afraid, she's beautiful, and he's torn between that and a more reasonable part of him that wonders if she has a point, if stress and exhaustion haven't scrambled his mind to the point he isn't thinking clearly. He wouldn't be nearly this forthright under normal circumstances. Maybe he'd keep his feelings, his past, his secrets, to himself for as long as he could.

But circumstances being what they are, he's run out of road... and she looks like she could flee at any moment.]

I won't regret any of this. [He says, but despite that, he looks defeated. Maybe the only thing he'll regret, really, is not getting through to her in time.] But if we do survive this, I'll tell you everything all over again. You can even have my shard, since you're so fond of holding it.

[A last, meagre attempt at a joke. Maybe she'll be too annoyed to notice the edge of desperation in his voice.]