[ Talking about it is supposed to help, isn't it? Except it just feels like he's standing in the Cobbs' living room again, Mal with her hand on his cheek, saying I miss you, as if he were something she dreamed up.

There's no use in reliving it. She's not coming back, didn't have some BCE to make her jump a fairytale like she wanted to think it was. ]

I've lost a lot of people, but I miss her the most. Just wish she could see her kids, how big they've gotten—

[ He cuts off, takes a deep breath. Move on. ]

Sorry. You're doing alright then?