[He exhales slowly, burying his hands into his pockets to pull out an apple and pick at the stem with his thumb.]

...I wanted to come apologize to you.

You were right. My attitude towards you was disgusting and stubborn the other day. It's not going to get us anywhere while we're here.

I can't promise that I'm ever going to trust you. But... you're not my enemy here.

I'm sorry for losing sight of that in my anger. I don't know what's changed you... but you're not the Lobelia I remember.

...

Do you want to leave this place?