None of us can, in a place like this.

[It's said gently, but firmly.

If you live for other people, and carry on their hopes and their fears and all their dreams, then that also means that sometimes they will be the ones to carry you. It's debatable whether that's always a good thing, and Lenka's still figuring all of that out, but it means you can't remain in place.]

That's what it will feel like. Until we get out of here.