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[ That's a good question. Apparently the nanites heal death here, but to what extent? If the Porters are down, who's to say that'll work... and what world will they be coming back to if it does? He can't think about this right now. He can't think about anything but how much he wants to be with her right now, and how that's entirely impossible.

How long have they been talking? Half an hour? ]

Promise me something, okay? [ She looks at him, imploringly.]

What? [ He has a feeling it's something he'll have a hard time keeping. ]

If you make it, don't come here unless you to know for sure it's safe. [ Because if they get hit here, she doesn't want him risking his life to try and save hers, if it's useless.]

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...I can't promise that. [ Hypocrite. ]

[ Okay, so yes, she'd come to find him too.] Please.

Okay. Okay. [ They both know he has no intention of keeping this. ] I promise.

[ She knows. It just makes her feel better to hear it.] I love you, okay? Maybe... maybe it'll send us home.

I love you too. I'll see you back home. [ It's a nice thought. Maybe they'll wake up in the morning like nothing happened. ]

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