I'd give you a speech about hope, but I'm heading towards three years. [His shoulder slump and he lands back, supporting himself with his hands.]

Maybe you'll move on. You won't forget. Unless the Malnosso do something to your head, anyway. But otherwise, you won't get over it. But there might be someone else, eventually. Or maybe there won't be. I know it's what I'm supposed to be doing this time.

It's probably the wrong advice, but I think they're worth waiting for.