"It wouldn't be surprising. You've been coping with the change quite well. Better than I did."

Slowly, Locus picks himself up from the seat, moving back towards York. Yes, the seeds of tension are there, and they have a right to be. But they don't have to belong there, either. "Everything dies. Eventually. You would have died today regardless. Now, you have the opportunity to stand on the other side of death, and continue on."