Rory shook her head, though only slightly, not wanting to remove herself from the closeness of his touch. The feel of his hand was so familiar, so comforting in a way that still surprised her. The calloused roughness was something she needed to lean into, and she did, even though there was an argument on her tongue. "You don't get it. If there's even a slim possibility that we might've done some good...it isn't just for the people here. My son deserves a future." She sighed. It wasn't convincing, not powerful enough to wipe that scowl from Finn's face. But it was what she had.
Rory leaned up slightly then, letting her lips brush his. "I'm still sorry...but...I'm not abusing myself. I'm doing my part. There are too few of us and too many of them to be selfish."