[Yeah, she wasn't actually asking him if he was doing it for that reason. He was clearly masochistic enough that he enjoyed these little talks for some reason. Her chin went to rest on her knuckles and she considered for a minute before changing the topic a little.]

Pretend for a moment that you're stuck here for ten years. Time works funny. So you find out eventually that when you get back? No harm, no foul. Let's take away all the reasons you have to get away, and you're not able. Just stuck here. Long enough to have a life. Ten. Twenty years.

What do you want with your life? Doesn't have to be detailed. Just a thought.