Words. Such power to give hope, and to crush dreams. Everything was such a bother in this facility, every action, every word, holding more weight in the absence of all else. He knew full well what his words would do, and in a twisted mentality that gave so little care for the world he was stuck in, he thought that in the long run they would do more good than harm. She was a dreamer that wanted  happy future, he was a pragmatist content in the now. No good would come from the two teaming up. None could could come from such a unlikely pair. It, however, didn't make it any easier to see her crushed. He wanted to distance himself from her, but not crush her dreams.<br/><br/>"An infinity of lives..." he blurted out. He wanted to convince her to keep going, but he also didn't want to. If she got in trouble, it would eat at what little conscience he had left. If she got out, it would eat at his conscience as well. Why couldn't she just accept the things as they were, whatever fate had in mind with them. "If you save even one person, you save an infinite amount of people. If one person got out, you would have saved the person they, that they would be, and all people the could have been. You also save any kid they have, and their children's children. You would have saved an infinity of lives."<br/><br/>That was all he managed to say. He turned his back on her, making his way to the door. With a strong snap of the wrist he opened the door, and almost passed through it, his and holding tightly against the metal frame of the door. He turned, looking at her, hesitating, a deep breath taken into his lungs. He wanted to say more, but shook his head, and walked out from under the door frame, the door closing behind him.