Ow—Hey!

[he's going to try and back up now, because that's rude!?

and also because the moment of like, probably the only sweeping romantic gesture he could ever possibly even make has been utterly destroyed by milla trying to dissuade him.

but even once he can break from that, there's an expression on his face that... seems entirely displeased and maybe a bit put out by that.]

It... probably won't be even that long. Maybe 40, at most.

[and besides that:]

I'm not going to leave with regrets. When... I die, there might not be anything for me at all. Why—why would I want to risk that when there's somewhere I could go?

[obviously, he was hoping she would like this gesture, but now he's wondering if he really should have just let things lie and accept his fate to never see her again; to never even have that chance.]

I... won't pull you away from your duties. When that time comes, we... can figure it out, or you can just ignore it. [he's not going to force his choices on her.

this is his decision, one he's making for himself—because he needed to.]