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Jonathan's in the bar, still working on battle preparations. Of some kind. Yes.

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Faith joins him, with coffee and killing stick.

That thing isn't gonna leave her side for a while.

"Hey."

He glances up, smiling. "Hey."

Faith sits next to him, peering over his shoulder.

"How's the planning going?"

"Almost there, I think. Just doing the final things."

"Cool."

Faith chews on her lower lip.

"What're our chances, d'you think?"

He takes a breath. "Hard to say. With Lobo, they're better than they would've been..."

Faith sighs, nodding.

"I was afraid of that."

"Well... you know what they say about insurmountable odds..."

Faith raises her eyebrows at him.

"...they suck?"

"...not what I had in mind, but that too."

He pokes at his map.

Faith sighs.

"We'll pull through," she says, though not entirely convinced herself. "We've got to."

"...yeah." Beat. "I put things in order anyway, though."

"Me too."

"If it comes to that... tell Andrew" - if he makes it through - "I want him to take care of it. And tell him..."

Note the assumption that she'll survive if he doesn't.

Faith sighs, reaches out and takes his hand in hers.

"I'll tell him. If I make it."

He smiles faintly.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Faith squeezes his hand, then releases it.

"If you get killed I'll be pissy."

"I'll try not to", he says solemnly.

But he knows - he'll be on the front line. And he's human.

Faith knows too.

"OK. And I'll try too."

He nods. "Okay. Good."

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