[She edges in a little closer, her broken arm sliding free of its sling. It's with the gentlest of touches that she reaches out with that arm to bring her hand toward his face. Her fingertips graze against his cheek. He likely won't like that she's using that hand. But she can't help herself. There's not enough soft touches in the world that will make her feel like she's ever close enough to him. She could always be closer, even when they're pressed in as close as they are now.]

I see a boy that lost everything so young. One that's incredibly brave. And stronger than he seems. And is kinder than he or anyone else believes.

[It's easy to see the boy she had seen in his dream. His eyes aren't physically the same, obviously. But they're still exactly the same to her.]

And don't you dare tell me I couldn't possibly still see him in you, Takeshi Kovacs. You can change your face, change your body. Get a different voice. But you can't hide who you are beneath all that. Not from me. I see you.

[His soul, she means. She sees the part of him that really matters. The part of him that draws her in with its light, no matter how dim he thinks it may be glowing.]

There's darkness there. But I can still find my way to you even through it. And I'd find my way and know it was you no matter what eyes you end up with.

[Because they may change. Everything changes. But this here, whatever they have, it doesn't have to. Not unless they both want it.]