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[inreceiving]

"How may I help you?"

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[captaincanary]

You don't need to apologize to me.

You seemed scared. I think you had every right to be. When we lost each other....

You sure you're okay now? Doesn't stuff like that haunt you?

[inreceiving]

I am sorry we were separated, for what it's worth. The fog was so dense... and it was my responsibility to watch after all of you.

[There's a pause at the question as if she's debating how to answer.]

I have been in Hell a long time... a lot of it haunts me.

[captaincanary]

I went in there of my own free will, to help you out.

You don't need to be sorry.

[Sara considers that. It makes sense.]

Then why do you stay here? Do you have to be here?

[inreceiving]

But it's not your responsibility... I'm responsible for keeping you safe.

[But this seems like a pointless argument. Sara can make up her own mind well enough.]

Of course I do... I signed my soul away a very long time ago. For my children. My only hope is Lucifer keeping his word and getting us out of here.

[captaincanary]

I offered to help. We can look after each other in those situations.

So that's not all talk, when he says stuff like that?

[inreceiving]

I suppose that isn't a bad deal to strike.

You can trust his desire to get out of here, Sara.

End?

[captaincanary]

I at least trust what you say. So I'll trust that.