[That's something he can understand deeply, and it almost makes him feel tired just watching her. He's experienced that a lot over the past three years - feeling tired, feeling helpless. It's terrible, knowing that there's still such a steep road ahead after working for so, so long.

He reaches forward again, a little hesitant this time after her reaction the last time. Eventually, his fingertips will come to rest against her fallen hand, gentle and attempting to be reassuring even though nothing in this situation can really reassure.]

I'm— ["Sorry", he wants to say, but he doesn't want to apologize either. Or rather - he does, but he doesn't want to open up the conversation that will surely follow.] ...It won't be worth it. I don't— I don't want to lose you again. I've already been gone from you for so long...

[Even before this, back in that horrible world, it had been three years since he had last been able to see his sister's face in person. An entire lifetime of lies just deepens the gap, and he won't have it.]

We'll find a way to bring them down, but not at a risk to you.