[ What Yusuf knows and doesn't know about Cobb is unimportant, because Cobb is not Yusuf's responsibility. He has the barest of ties to the man, and has no particularly strong desire to strengthen those to any great extent. Ariadne is still young and vibrant and violently inquisitive, and Yusuf thinks she must be made of a different stuff, because even at her age he was starting to flag, to see the world for its cracks and dents and not for the greater whole. ]

Yeah yeah, [ Yusuf nudges her with his shoulder, just enough to convey amusement at her fairly well-drawn parallel. He makes a mental note to not take any naps on the sofa- as if she doesn't already have all the incriminating evidence she needs from the past few months of living together. ]

No one here would be militarized, so the risks are considerably fewer. [ A trade off really: less likely to get sniped out of a dream, but more likely to be ripped limb from limb if you got too carried away. The pen is heavy in his fingertips when he says, ] You could rebuild every world anyone in The City has ever lost.