"There's still a chance, then."

Somehow. Even though she's already lived through it. There has to still be a chance.

He runs his fingers along the edge of his shield, back and forth, trying to sort out his thoughts. Trying to keep shock and grief at bay with the hope of possibility. "If we can figure out how we got here - why we're from different..."

It's hard to even say it, it's so ridiculous. "If we can figure it out, we can change things."