He pulled himself up to the point his arms were out of the hole, his chin resting on his folded hands. He looked frustrated, contemplative.

His eyes finally met hers. Amber eyes shimmered with weariness and trepidation.

"You really think..."

She nodded.

"It's a possibility. There's always a chance something else could happen in a century or two after this, but..."

She chewed on her bottom lip.

"If I help, there's a chance it could end this one quicker. Lessen the losses and help strengthen the numbers for any future conflict I may not be there for."

What she may not live long enough to be there for.