[He gives her a look of true understanding. His lips part as he stares at her. He seems to be... processing something. His eyes tremble a little as he stares at her. ]

This has made islands of us all, I see. [This being... The sundering, the rejoinings. The endless cycle. He bites his lower lip.]

...Countless times have I wanted to stop. To be satisfied. To find... love and peace. To be comforted that everything would just be alright. [He closes his eyes as he closes his fingers around hers. ] ...But that is always just out of reach, isn't it?