"They aren't gonna spare me either way," she hisses back, even though she knows it's going to hurt him. Frustration's running through her at the way he's stubbornly refusing to get help, at all the other people who want help but won't get it, at the entire fact of being trapped in the mountains when there's an entire galaxy, a universe of worlds with hospitals in them.

He wants to imagine scenarios where he dies when he's already fighting an illness that kills people? Fine. She can do that, too. "They won't if I run, and they catch me. So don't make me promise to leave you behind."