"I've dealt with worse," Chris replies mildly. (Dead bodies everywhere)

Chris nods at that explanation, and says, "That part makes sense, the building up a nest egg. But... if we only have one of a resource, shouldn't we protect that? If we only have you alone who can do what you do... shouldn't you be taking good care of yourself, too?"

They fiddle with their soup spoon for a moment. "I'm sorry. I just... I worry about my friends. And you're my friend."

(Too late I'm coming undone)