I do know what you can do.

[And that's what's making her thoughtful, remembering. Mulling over what's been said, what's before them now. The choice that isn't really a choice.

Dave had died wanting to make one small sliver of difference.

That's not such a hard thing to relate to.]

If you'll...if you'll let me go to him, and hold his hand as he dies...then I don't care what you do with me after that. I'll leave it to you; by then it won't matter, anyway.