[When he puts it that way, there's nothing there to argue with - too reasonable. Kunsel is always reasonable, that's the trouble. Beckett knows he isn't, himself. It should make it easier, and doesn't.]

You're asking me to go back to the search. It's - more than you know. [A pause. He makes a soft weary noise as he rubs his eyes with thumb and forefinger.] Have you considered what we'll do if there is no way out? If this is all there is?