No, [ she says but it isn't quite clear what she's saying it to. She can hear the pleading in his voice and it. It hurts her, honestly, to know that her death might affect him so. She's thought it before but thinks it again: she was never supposed to be this important to anyone.

Misto had sounded the same when they'd first talked about this opportunity, about what it would mean. He sounded the same every time they talked about it after. He was almost desperate to have her see his reasoning but she couldn't then and still can't now. ]

My life isn't more important than- than everyone else's. I can save people. I can- I can make a difference! I can stop this war! Why wouldn't I? Why would I let you take a risk that could get you killed when this is surefire? If you don't stop him and die, how am I supposed to be alright with that?

[ She can't be. She won't be. ]

No, [ she says again, drawing away from him. ]