...it's all right. I know why you didn't. [He doesn't know how he would have responded then. He lets her move enough to brush away her tears and he frowns at the space behind her head instead.]

One Bandit. And one target. We're really going for the last man standing route. [A deep breath.] Except for me. The Coal Miner will never be a Bandit.

[Unless Hal changed his mind.] There's eleven of us. That's exactly what's going to happen, I...we need to stop this. ["We", because he refuses to believe she's really going to be gone by this time tomorrow.]