[The smile that Ford gives him, Lefou mirrors. His eyes are shadowed so deeply it looks almost like they're bruised (not unlike but less severe than when his nose had been broken a month ago), and the smile doesn't reach them.

But when he breaks from the hug reluctantly, his voice is certain.]

We will. Even if we have nobody to rely on but ourselves, I'm with you. [I would rather put my faith in Ford's science than a stranger's magic. If they can't save them, then they'll join them, face hell with their chins held high and storm the gates.]

Besides, they know we're coming for them. [That was what Star had said when she faced execution - that she'd tell the rest they were coming.] I'd bet they'll meet us halfway.