Life was better. Maybe life would be better in Madison Valley, even for him. There was no island to be stuck on. He also wasn't dead. He could make a life and not have to worry about anything. Not Anna, not being dead and definitely not an island.
"I think I can handle it from here," he tells her with a bit of a smile. "Thank you, Octavia." For taking time out of her day to bother with him. "Thanks."