[ Softly - ]

We don't have to go toward it.

[ It's not what someone as brave as Baela would say, but it's something sensible she believes Jace would offer. If he's not in his right mind, then she needs to embody both of them. She wants to act brashly; he's always the responsible, steady one.

She slows her steps until she stops completely, her gaze straight ahead. Her heart pounds hard. Her hands grow slightly damp. The crossbow is heavier than she'd like to admit. She'd prefer to be in the rundown building she and Jace have claimed as their own, with the weight of his head against her chest and his soft hair between her fingers. It's moments like those that feel few and far between back home. She wants to steal them back. They don't need to be out here; there's no Iron Throne to fight for in this town.

But he says Luke is out here, so she needs to ensure they leave no stone unturned. ]

We can go back. Some people say some monsters live out here. We can leave them be if we want to.

[ It's ultimately up to him. You jump, I jump, Jack. ]