[ His response comes slowly, because she's lost him. There's the sensation of a slow blink, a mind trying to parse through what she's said as though she's speaking a foreign language, difficult to decipher.

Finally, ] Don't think I've ever felt that. I mean... When it's time it's time, right? Can't change the past. You appreciate them as much as you need to in the moment. Don't you?

[ A beat. ]

Is that something you regret? Not doing that?