[it says a lot about carol's priorities right now that she doesn't even glance twice at the cigarette, at the fact that he's smoking right in front of her and it's just another way of killing himself. at least that one's not so immediate. at least she has time, there.]

Wherever they go, then. It doesn't matter.

[it's stubborn, dogged, awful honesty, the kind carol is best at, and it's written in every line of her face, every angle of those hunched shoulders; I will not give up, I will not surrender, this is the way things are, this is the way they're going to be. I'll make sure of it.]

If I have to rip a hole in spacetime and drag your ass back through it, that's what I'm gonna do, and nothing's going to stop me.

[not even you.]