[Maggie lands as he does, knees bent slightly in anticipation of absorbing the shock. She nudges an old discarded bottle clear of them with her foot, maintaining her grip on his hands.]

Yeah. I'm down too.

[A slight, one shouldered shrug follows. It's understandable to be disillusioned with fighting - she can only imagine the horrors he's seen.]

Times are different now, I guess. Every time I've had to fight, it's always been to protect myself. Or the people, or places, I've cared about. I've never fought for someone else's cause, it's always been my own.