Juliet looks ahead at where they're walking and there's the barest hint of a chin tremble, one she always hides with an upturn of her lips, just in the corner.

"I was brought to this island three years ago to help keep women from dying."

She's never helped anyone, really.

"Nine of them died in my care." She looks at him. "I've never saved anyone on this island, and I don't want to go through that again. I can't." She stops walking, reaching out for his arm and holding onto him, holding his gaze.

"Please, James."