...don't know. Might be dead. Got hit by the brunt of a rocket launcher blast and got here. I'm not... sure if anyone can kill him. If Chris doesn't succeed, the entire world will be infected. Millions will die.

[ There's a twitch in her voice, a tremble of certainty and yet a strange confidence in Chris. If anyone can do it, it'll be him. If anyone can, Chris will end his life and fix everything, even if she can't.

Jill's hits a weird twist of emotions, but when it boils down to Chris it always ends in trust. It's the most integral part of her being and one that she cannot help but struggle to bring to the forefront. But she recalls that day, the way she'd gripped onto his shirt with the fabric in hand and the way she'd pushed him away. The hope she had in her heart and the certainty. ]

...three are from before for me. I don't open up, really. Guess I might seem like I do, but it's not... it's too hard. I don't want a target on anyone's back ever again.

[ She breathes audibly and it's clear that she understands him. That it's commiseration at its most basic. Her loneliness is nearly palpable through this, a heavy drag of something jolting, tingling over fingertips and through the arms. ]

I'm sorry, Ash.