Whatever I wish? What if I don't even know what I wish? What if... What if what I wish is to... [ Jill's words trail off then as she hesitates, wondering if she ought to finish her sentence. ] Clive, I-

[ She folds her hands together and gives her fingers a nervous twist as she weighs the wisdom of actually saying what's on her mind. ]

Don't you think you deserve to live a life free of the war and free of people making demands of you?

[ She wonders why he keeps tilting his head away from her, as if he is doing his best to hide something from her. Of course, she is not inclined to pry into his secrets, especially if he has a reason to keep whatever it is from her, but she still can't help but wonder. ]

I think that you deserve to find peace, Clive, if you can. [ She isn't foolish enough to believe that piece will be claimed easily by either of them, but they can dream of it, can't they? Or perhaps she will have to dream about it for both of them. ]

It's your life too, Clive, and I would see you living it on your terms. Perhaps we can both start new lives.