They're not sure if she's stubborn, she's coming at this from some weird angle they're not considering, or she's just that determined to write off every bad trait and bit of history they have to care anyway. But Soldat only has so much energy to argue in earnest, and their reserves are so low they're in the negatives right now anyway. And they want. If she's going to be this insistent, Soldat is going to take it.

So for now, they're just done. They leave the gun on the floor where it is, take the shortest route to the bed-- hands and knees, because fuck standing up-- and rest their cheek and their right arm on the mattress, holding onto it, looking at her. Actually looking: for this there is eye contact. "Misty. You have to be careful. Not die. Not run away alone. I don't. I don't think I could take it."