[ She lifts a hand to run at her eyes, a headache beginning to creep in. Does he have this effect on everyone? ]

I don't want to talk about this anymore. [ And then, letting her hand fall helplessly to her side: ] In all probability, I likely won't even get the chance to die. If I ever go back home, whatever we did to the timeline will erase me from existence anyway.

[ It's something she's tried to come to grips with, but still sometimes it hits her. How after everything, she'll probably never know if they succeeded in their mission. If they finally made the world a better place. ]