Three years... I can't even imagine spending another month here, let alone a year. Let alone three years.

[That wasn't the point, and he knows it. But it just keeps playing on a loop. Three years or more, and then... winding back up in his normal life, as if nothing had changed.

He throws his arm over his eyes.]

If that was supposed to make me feel better, it really didn't, [he says just as dryly as before.] If you're right, and we really are going to end up back where we were... that's almost worse than thinking the world moved on without us, isn't it?