Sorry.

[he reaches up with his free hand and caresses her face, feeling a bit bad for bringing it up.]

I used to think, [he hesitates, but only for a second. he's already embarrassed himself today, what's the harm?] that the carbonite killed me and this place was some kind of purgatory. Then instead of bein' worried about everybody who ain't here I was just relieved.

[sometimes he still wonders, honestly, but in moments like this he chooses to believe he's still alive and kicking.]