[He blows out a sigh so big it flutters his bangs upward. They're never going to see eye-to-eye here, of course; he didn't expect it, come to think of it, but he couldn't help getting involved anyway.

(He didn't really want to go in blind, anyway. At least he can say he thought about it.)]

I can't fight-- [she definitely can, then] --so I'm gonna do what I can do, sorry. So... good luck.

[It's sincere, because what else is there left to say at this point?]