[ethan's jaw locks a bit as he feels her gaze on him, and he stares at his own two hands down in front of him. he swallows thickly, and he ducks his head further at what she says because that's the least of his concerns.

it's the least of what anyone should be concerned about what danger he might run into.

his hands slide over his face before he shakes his head a bit, and his eyes burn, and his shoulders tense, and he wants to say he's sorry for a hundred or so things but can't find the words for that either. he rests his hands on top of his knees as his chest burns, and he swallows thickly, looking over at her, meeting her gaze. his chest clenches up, admitting things isn't easy. it's never been so not easy to admit things, to admit how he feels or what he thinks or all of it.]

I'm not the slightest bit worried about that.

You're my best friend even after all this time and everything-- I've changed, and I know-- I know you have too, but-- [ethan still loves her. he still cares about her, and he wants to be there with her.] I know you're going to find answers. We all need answers for this place.

I'm going too. I don't care about how dangerous it is. It's not stopping you, is it? [and she can die.]