When I think I have an explanation, however farfetched, it inevitably resolves into nothing more than circumstance.

You thought this a dream of your own making? [ Interested, Yusuf recalls Eames' particular reputation. Not just a forger but The Forger. Though he's sure the unspoken invitation has been there, to enter the other's mind when he's supine on a cot with the heat of Mombasa pressing spots of sweat onto his patterned shirts, he's never taken the invitation. Yusuf is not a dreamer, and he has always known his limits. ]