"Nancy..." He shakes his head, frowning. Searching for some word other than 'naive.' Maybe he did deserve to know Eames can't really make that judgement, he has no love for Bill, but he knows that she could very easily stay there if she saw him again.

This is the worst thing about caring, when you can't just make someone do what you know is best for them.

Eames sighs in defeat, "I can't make you stay here, but you know he's going to beat seven shades of shit out of you the second you say you're leaving." He practically snarls at the thought, "and if you stay with him and that pregnancy somehow makes it to term, that child will grow up brutalised and scared. Probably turn out angry and violent like its father too."

Eames looks her straight in the eyes as he talks, voice level the whole time as if that'll impress the importance of what he's saying onto her.