"Malcolm, what I am doing here is not what I would do at home. In a place where we could build a life. I don't expect us to be here forever. We can't be here for years." Like his insisting so would save them from it.

"Here, I can't offer you what you want." He couldn't take waking up to Malcolm's screams on top of all of his own and everything else every night. Maybe that made him weak. Maybe that made him human. "I can't offer anyone that. But that doesn't mean that I don't hope that things will fall out a certain way. I'm clinging too. And I don't know if I care if it's fair. Not anymore."

He wasn't lying when he said he needed Malcolm. He did. He needed the people that loved him. The people that cared. The people that kept him sane and let him help keep them sane. He needed all of them to survive this place whole.