...I remember. I remember thirty years of a war that, that wasn't worth it. That wasn't worth Jonas' life. That wasn't worth Mira's. That wasn't worth that poor child's. That wasn't worth losing you. Of turning into a pathetic loser that poisoned himself with booze and smokes.
I might even be able to deal with that. With all of that...but I can't deal with going through it all again. I need a little time, Ava.
But don't you dare think that my feelings have changed. They haven't. I still love you, Ava. It might take me a day or two to get my head back on straight, but I am not going to waste a minute of time. Not when it's all so fragile...so precious.