Max wants to just tell her to go, because all of this is shit that she shouldn't have to deal with at all. It's shit she shouldn't even have to see. But the only other option means he's by himself for God only knows how long. Back in the jungle, back in the dark waiting to die.

He breathes in, and then out, long and drawn out so he can bring himself to speak.

"Can you just stay here a minute?" he asks.