[This isn't like all his tricks, all his games, where he could pull out a lie and smile. Imelda knows him-- or at least, she did once. And he's not going to lie to her even if she doesn't know him now.

She holds up the world and their mission, smart and responsible Imelda. She even suggests, knowing it can't be true, that he must have some value back there. But he can't. He can't do this.

And even as she cuts him with those words, brings his breath to draw, somehow he still manages to stare her down.]

No.

[He shakes his head, and takes another step back.]

No! No, I'm not going back! I don't care! Hate me all you want to! I'm not going to the academy, I'm not going to Europe, I'm not going back on that plane! I'm going home!

[His voice cracks. And then, sharply, he turns.]