A part of her has to wonder what truly drives humans to keep going against such odds. Pride? Stubbornness? Or the simple knowledge that there is no other option, because any other option is true defeat?

It's unthinkable to wait placidly for the end.

At John's signal, and once the order is given by the captain, Ami simply walks from the bridge shortly after her companion. Something, even here and even like this, tells her this is more personal, more striking, to him. She hesitates at first, but then a hand moves to rest on his shoulder. A wordless presence.