I don't regret how I feel. That's where my guilt comes in, knowing there's the potential to hurt Jamie if, one day, at any point, he should arrive. But even that guilt isn't as big as how I've felt for you for centuries.

[ If that love was manufactured by the Singularity, then wouldn't it have dissipated along with everything else? She listens to him now and leans in to press her forehead to his tenderly, closing her eyes. Bringing their hands between them, she holds onto his hand with both of hers. They aren't married here, he's never been more correct that they have the opportunity to walk away cleanly. ]

I remember. Nights we talked out problems until sunrise, mornings we stayed lazily in bed mapping one another, the days of walks and exploring, solving problems together. I remember, and I'm sure. I want this, I want you.

[ Voicing it, these last three words especially, feels as though she's reaching for him across a gulf even though he's right in front of her. ]

I want this, I want you.