[ Johanna stays where she is, squatting by the last candle she placed, elbows on her knees and hands loosely clasped, and watches him think. Come on, kid, let her help. Let her do something that makes something better for some-fucking-one. ]

I don't think so. Not going to lie to you, though, I can't say for sure. But I don't think so. And if it starts to hurt, you tell me, and we'll end it.

[ That's the lie. If it starts to hurt, and he tells her, and she thinks it's a good idea, she'll end it. If he tells her and she thinks it's a better idea to push through, she will.

But it's a lie she tells with complete sincerity and steady eye contact. She can't think of any reason it would start to hurt. ]