I tried to tell her on Tuesday that it was...another timeline. Probably not even the one she did know. If you start worrying about every possible future, you'll...

[Well, it's sort of clear now, what "you'll".]

Guess it didn't help. But you're not wrong to be upset. All we really have right now is each other. I'm sure this is - ha, one of those wrong expectations that'll get me killed, but - if we can't try to trust in that even a little, we don't have anything.

She set herself up to fail. I guess that's how she managed to care about everybody involved. But it doesn't feel any better knowing that.