"No. Not nothing, not if there's a chance--" Tony started to interrupt, because there was a chance however much Lark was trying to convince him otherwise. Those kids had found it. She had him clamming up again, though, one hand flexing restlessly at his side and the other rubbing the centre of his chest, clearly frustrated but effectively shamed by her very rational point about dying making you gone. That did put him on edge, very aware that a miscalculation meant he wouldn't be there for the next time something went wrong, but he was still bristling and pointed out, "And all of the people who love the person I let die? They're not any less important than the couple of people who'll show up for the sandwiches at my funeral." He put his hands up then to clarify the position he was arguing from, because he didn't want her leaving here thinking it was a judgmental one; "I'm not saying I think you should put your life in the line like that, not if you don't think you'll make the trip back. You're right, it doesn't sound easy, and I don't hold it against anyone who won't jump into a burning building to save their cats. I'm not...I'm not trying to tell you that you should have done the tree thing."