"It's not fake hope." She says it, and there's something sharp and razor-edged, half with him and half with the level of the hardness to explain it. Because it was so complex. Easy for her now, but not easy for language barely known. It was the multiverse. It was all the doors and all the worlds and all the times, all at the same time and place and spot, but while still being everywhere else. They might be alive. He might get back to them. That wasn't a lie.

But she can frown for the moment and be half distracted from proving him wrong -- even if she can't prove herself 100% right either, not in the middle of this place trapped -- and look at the new boy. "Hey."