Setting the sax down against his chest, one hand wrapped around it protectively, he laughs. "I've always thought sanity was one of the more overrated commodities in this world of ours."

He knows from first-hand experience what it's like to feel insane; it happened to him the moment he was arrested for being a traitor. Being in prison knowing full well he was innocent only made it worse, but even through everything that happened there, none of it really compares to that first shock of disbelief when he stepped off the shuttle to find himself surrounded by the military police.

That was all pretty insane.

"You know what, though? You're already halfway there to building a whole new set of memories. Maybe if you look at it that way, it won't feel so bleak. You got through it once already and came out as strong and vibrant and beautiful as anyone I've ever met. I don't have the slightest bit of doubt that you can do it again if that's what needs to happen."

There are enough saxophone keys there so that Faye can satisfy her curiosity and press them all she wants. Maybe he ought to tell her that she can press his buttons any time. It might make her laugh.