Say things go tits up here, and say you want to live like I do instead of dying well--

If I can find a way out for us, would you come with me?

I'm not saying I am what Rosier was to you, or anything, (because aside from the fact that you haven't known me nearly so long, that has rather unsavoury connotations to it, doesn't it?) but I'd like it if you'd come along.