[Well, they got their reason. What did Maverick see in the mirror, they wonder, but now's not the time to ask about it. But whatever it was made him worry, and they...don't want him to worry. Not about them.

They take a seat next to Maverick on their bed, pulling his hand into their lap and giving it a gentle squeeze.]

I don't...think he would do that.

[And he doesn't. He doesn't think Rex would be that cruel - they think he might be disappointed in them, but he doesn't think Rex would try to erase the parts of them that did more than kill.]

But I can see about getting some sort of back up done. You won't lose me. [A small smile.] I promise.