She can't argue. Everything in her heart rebels against what he's saying, but she can't argue.

She can't even promise him that she's not going to leave him alone.

What she can do is close the distance between them, wrap her arms around him, and pull his head down to rest on her shoulder. It takes her a second to say anything, to even sort out her thoughts. They're still scrambled when she speaks, very quietly.

"Well I won't forget. You can bet on that at least."