"I agree that we're real. I mean, most of the time, when I'm not dealing with..." She shrugs. "But it also means...it might mean we're different from the selves we remember being back home. That the reason Sarah doesn't remember me leaving is that I didn't. Her Cosima didn't? Fuck, I am not cut out for metaphysics at all, I didn't even believe in god at home." She tugs at her earlobe, absently. It's something she's never let herself talk about before, really.

"I see these new rifters come in and some of them are treating this like it doesn't matter. Like it's less real than the places they came from. But if the theories are right, the people we are here, this is the life we get. This is it. And like, there's great stuff here. People I care about. People I love. But it means things like what happened to you and me -- that's real, and maybe we're not ever going to go back to another life where it didn't happen to us one day."