"Not now," his attention snaps back over towards her. Still and straight and sounding deceptively objective about the whole thing. "But when I can't be around to have your back anymore what then, huh?"

He needs this. He needs to know she'll be okay. It's not enough to trust she can survive out in the wild anymore.

"I have done damn near everything there is to do in this world, but you are not me - you are fifteen years old and I do not want to see you throw it away. Not like this."