I don't know. I can't tell anymore. Y'know, you-- do you ever wonder if this is the life you're supposed to be living?

[ He frowns, staring forward with his eyes squinted a little blearily. He's absurdly tempted to come out with the truth right there, because what does he have to lose? Dahlia's already gone. ]

Not this life... not here. I mean normally. Maybe you never stop feeling like a fraud.