Cobb thought about his fake life for a moment. The lightness he felt. The way he had laughed and smiled more. The 'daughter' he had loved. It had been a damn good life for him. The best he'd ever known and it was all fake.

Now, he was back in this prison with all the weight of his past on his shoulders again. Just his luck.

"You're an optimist, Starling. I can't say these folks have ever struck me as the self-reflective type." And himself included in that statement. Cobb might think about what it'd be like to be that light here but... he wouldn't really push to try and be that.

"But there's a first time for everything, right?"