...That would make two of us.

[Not that this is necessarily surprising, given their discussions before.]

I want him back. [Boa, that is.] But I'm beginning to wonder just how much help I am on this side.

[The tension's leaking from his shoulders now, relaxing into exhaustion. He thought he was capable of so much, but in the end, what had he done here, really? Prolong his life so he could keep suffering right up until the end?]