[ Kravitz hums, and nods again, and chooses to believe that. ]

If... if I'm as 'accurate' as they say, then... I suppose at least we can trust that the way I feel isn't too dissimilar from the way the - ah - the 'real' me would.

[ He looks at their joined hands, and there's a lightness to his gaze that says that he's still waiting for this blow to really connect. And maybe it never will. Maybe he doesn't have long enough. Perhaps that would be a kindness, all told.

After a moment, he looks up, and there's something of a pleading look in those dark, red eyes. ]

Obviously time isn't on our side, so I'm just going to say this, and I hope you won't be upset with me for it. Because the thing is... I don't know how, but I know that somehow, I'll find you again. The real me will. I meant what I said about being there as long as it's within my power to be, whether I'm wanted or not, and it might take some time but...

[ He looks away, seeming vaguely annoyed with himself, or perhaps just frustrated. ]

I know that anything I say now is... it's effectively meaningless, but...