[ Oh shit, are they being honest? York hesitates, glancing back at the door and the battle he knows is raging behind it, then at North again. He nods grimly. ]

I think I have to. I'm scared too, but you know me. I'm lucky.

[ Better lucky than good, though both would be better. He reaches up and grips North's shoulder. ]

I'll come back out, promise. With more people for you to protect, probably. Up for the task?