[He bites his lip to stifle a smile as he surveys his handiwork.

The look in her eyes makes him sit up straighter too.]

We go in together, we come out together. All of us. [He wishes he had Maui with him right there. That he didn't have to imagine his partner's face. Even knowing that they can get them back - that they will, no matter how much Walt can or can't help them in the end, because they know that they're safe somewhere, they're not gone forever - doesn't make the wound any less raw. But his grief has always been a private thing, so he puts on a cheerful smile that doesn't quite reach his tired eyes.]

I know that we won't be done fighting, even when we find them. But it'll be real hope. I think we could all use a little of that.