He could feel his own pulse hard and hot in his throat, his jaw clenched far tighter than it should be. This was not how he wanted to go. It wasn't. This was not the last conversation he wanted to have with Finn, but he couldn't help himself.

"I'm not running, Finn!" He wasn't quite yelling, but it came out very sharp. "I'm not stepping aside and letting other people take the bullets for me, and I'm --" He cut off sharply, sucking in a hard breath.

"Just - listen, okay? I just need you to listen. Then you can go right back to yelling at me if you want, but I am not - I am not getting into that plane without telling you something."