[ There are a million things York could say here, that spin through his head. He wants to ease her guilt, whether or not she's right, because past is past and the woman standing in front of him would have listened. The one he knew years before, she would have listened. He wants to think he could have gotten through to her if he had the right words, but maybe not. They can't change anything. So what he does say is: ]

I never really lost hope, you know. As much as I shared Delta's logic there was a part of me that just knew. That couldn't believe you'd be dead, that kept an ear to the ground anyway just in case. I guess that part of me was right.

[ But falling off the cliff... that was years ago. York's voice softens, to something low and pleading. He needs an explanation. ]

If you felt this way why didn't you find me, 'Lina?