[ Jefferson does stop in his tracks when she grabs his arm, turning back to face her with a frown. ]

I may be from the Enchanted Forest, but even I know you can't hedge all your bets on love. [ Which is to say... ] What if Eliot leaves? What if he dies? What if he's also a Nazi? [ Which Jefferson doesn't really believe is a possibility, but HE'S MAKING A POINT HERE. ]

Why would you possibly think I'd be fine without you? And why would you-- you give up on a second chance because of one terrible man? [ His expression softens, becoming pleading: ] We all have a chance at happiness here.