[He looks genuinly surprised, then smiles.] Thank you. I believe you. [He remembers their last conversation. She takes pride in her professionalism. He'd been so caught up in hurting, in wanting to find a way to make sense of it all, of feeling guilty that he'd overlooked that.] I don't know if it means much to hear, but even with that, even with the dying and all the other bad things, my life is still better here than it was at home. Thank you for that.