[He can hear it in her tone, see it in her eyes. The love for her grandchildren. Thomas smiles, uncertain he can really relate anymore; what family he once had is long gone. And he certainly never had any children, when most of his existence was spent trapped in the strange dimension they now call their home.

But he supposes that's a tale for another time. Instead, he chooses only to appreciate it vicariously through her.]

That isn't so bad, Jackie. It is better than being heartless. Soulless.

[His lips quirk at that, a little private joke. Smoke continues to laze upwards from the tip of his burning cigarette.]

It means you still have an appreciation for life, even after 400 years. That is very impressive.