[She squeezes her eyes shut when he says that, I love you, and she can't help it. The idea doesn't make her want to run any more. It makes her want to do exactly what she does next, which is step forward and clench her hands in his shirt, pressing her face into his chest]

I want that too. I do. But if they're taking us places - I don't want to go to some strange world where I don't know if you're okay, or what's happening to you. And I don't want you to be without - if I'm not with you, they can still mess with your memories. Do things to you. At least if I'm there I can prove that they're wrong.