"I'm plannin' to, don't doubt that. And you ought to, too."

He grabs her wrist. "Don't go under because of them." Because he can see now they're not worth it. They were a fools investment that he'd be more worried about if he hadn't ripped the chip from his brain.

"Come on, Darlin'! You been bein' a hero, but now you've gotta be a monster. Go hide from the townsfolk with the pitchforks. Don't get ever'thin' you've learned and earned die here tonight. An' it will, you know it."

He pulls a little.

"I can cover an exit pretty good and generate a whole lotta heat. I didn't have enough small arms ammo to take care of more than a couple of these things, and you're not gonna be able to manage it. You're in too deep! You gotta go!" He looks increasingly desperate as he's trying to convince her.

"Dyin' doesn't feel good! Trust me."