Sure seems that way, huh. Darcy exhales a little in second-hand disappointment.

"Yeah. We'll... keep an eye on it for you. In case you ever come back. I don't... know how all this cosmic bullshit works, but people come back, right? They... come back, sometimes."

Sometimes that thought is as unsettling as it is a comfort.

"I'm sure they'll work something out if not. When we're done here. Somewhere we can all retire, when we're ready."