[He really did love Sophie. Maelle sighs softly again, feet swaying.]

Yeah. I'm just saying... [Her words hang for a moment. What is she saying? It feels strange to think about a future, because that implies a win, here. A win, and they both survive to make it home. It seems daunting to think about a life without an expiry date. At least not anytime soon.

She's not prodding a bruised part of his heart just for fun.]

I'm just saying that if it's something you still want, I hope you get it. You would have some lucky children. And--I'm sorry it didn't happen with Sophie.

[... even if Maelle agrees with her.]