[There are a lot of what-ifs and maybes involved in that idea, but it's... Something. And Lance has done a lot more with a lot less before.

He chews on his lip for a few seconds, gaze fixed off to the side as he thinks, before he looks back at the screen again.]

Then maybe, if we're able to leave here but can't choose when to return to, it could be possible to go to your world and then mine. I just...

[He sighs quietly, because this always sounds stupid even to him, but--]

I just can't go to another world and stay there, even knowing I won't live in mine. I would spend the rest of whatever life I gained thinking about the people I left, and it wouldn't be worth it.