I tried to kill her the first time I saw her. [He looks away, out the clear balcony door that won't open, at all the stars and space that he can't turn to his advantage.]

I thought she'd faked her death somehow. I thought maybe she really was working with Quantum. [His hand closes around the necklace.]

At home she's dead. Here she's alive. How do you grieve when the person you're mourning is next door? [How do you grieve at all should be the real question; James has never been very good about dealing with loss.]