[Whatever he'd expected her to say, he doesn't think it was that. Some distant part of him is horrified by the thought, as grim an image as him sinking to his knees in the smoldering wreck of his home. But it's a far away, dreamy horror, something to think about in a darker moment than this.

More than anything, it serves to solidify their only option. This version of Fio, the one here on the ship with him, is from the terminus of her timeline. That means that there is nowhere else for her to be but here. This reality must continue to exist simply because it's the only place she belongs.]

Dying is frightening only until it's over. From this side of it... it isn't so scary. [For him, anyway.] At least we know exactly where we belong. Here, together.