For a second she's quiet, looking at him with an expression that can only be described as keeping herself together. Contained, to herself.

"All she's been doing is telling people the truth, Crichton." Her voice is soft, even as she wants to turn around and go back into the Temple, waiting for him to realize he's made a mistake. "The truth is what wants to undo this life. Not...not her."

Whatever he's been told, whether it be her own mountain of corpses or her own death, it's true. And that's what she's been telling herself to be ready for, when it unravels.

(It still hurts.)