[He finally sobers up, too, and follows her line of sight not into the light, but down to the horizon, at the deep contrast between sky and earth, at the solidity of the worldly divide as dusk gathers.]

...Yeah. You and me both.

[Because it wasn't wrong to recognize he needed to move on, even if she had actually been alive, even if he could've had another chance to make things right. He'd clung to the idea of her so long, he'd forgotten what he was. Where he was.

How alone he'd come to be. How, in destroying his future with her and with the Project, he'd ended up with no future at all.

York sighs and shakes his head, forcing his train of thought back onto the topic at hand.]

So, right. I guess that's why I'm sort of confused about where the two of us stand, now. You know, as a...thing where you kind of broke up with me by slamming my face into a metal platform but now we're cool again, sort of thing.