[what the fuck is a month. a moon, probably. if there were moons here, which there probably aren't.]

That's not how I've ever lived my life. I'm not about to start in my undeath.

[He shrugs slightly.]

That I'm here and those dear to me are not means that for once, I didn't fail them. There's a satisfaction of a sort in knowing that. If I can make it back to them, so much the better, but if I can't...then I don't. Then they live and I don't. I can be at peace with that.

And if I can protect you, and Nav, and Harrow — if you can win yourselves free of this, then I'll have done my job well. I can be at peace with that, too.