Duce reaches out absently, covering his hands with one of hers. Well, trying. Her hands are tiny. "You know you're not going to get .. kicked out of this world, right? We don't think they could make you leave, if you wanted to stay. Although," she frowns slightly, "we're not sure if you'd be allowed onto the mainland." Her hands squeeze his lightly, "Didn't you say he'd taken you to his world once? If he wouldn't fit into your world.. would you be able to adapt to his?"

The distress Krycek's displaying - the fact that he's displaying it at all, gives her a pretty good indication how much that thought upsets him. The fact that he said he didn't know 'where exactly this is going' and immediately followed it up by something at least three years in the future, indicates to Duce at least, that somewhere in his head, he's expecting it to go forward pretty darn far. "You have options, right now. By graduation, there will probably be more options."

An odd expression crosses her face, and she frowns with sudden worry, "What you said about clone body.. Do you get to go back with it?" Her hand clasps on his, a sudden, almost painful spasm, "You do get to.. go back, right?"