[He looks at her curiously, his own wine starting to relax him. She'd already died? Boone has come close, but he's always pulled through. For a moment there's the fleeting hope that Carla could come here too, but he's already been disappointed once.]

I saw things, too. None of them good.

[But seeing Carla had affected him most.]

Thanks. I'm sorry about... uh, you. Dying. Mind if I ask-

[He cuts himself off, hesitating, before continuing.]

Are you glad you came here? That you're not dead anymore?