The goal is for the opposite.

[If he could help it, Adele wouldn't have to face being injured again. The tumbler clicks on the wooden counter when he sets it down and straightens his posture. He angles his head toward her, the barest glimmer of a smile lighting on his face.]

bringing hope back into the game shouldn't get anyone killed, and might strengthen morale. ...but that doesn't matter right now.

[He chuckles briefly, amused.]

That's why it's perfect--you're the same.