"You should always take my word for it." Daisy knew how much Lincoln beat himself up. It hadn't changed. Then again, why would it. The whole...death thing just happened for him. There was no need for him to be any different than the last time she saw him.
"You're not thatpredictable." If he had been, she would have known that he'd take her place on the quinjet. "Okay," she answered without giving it a second though.
She looked up and smiled for a moment. It all went away when Lincoln confirmed that he wanted to hear it all. "It can wait," she told him, "you should get some rest first. You're going to need it."