[Char's smile lingers, faint but genuine, watching the way Lavi pats himself down as though he might still be missing pieces. There's relief in seeing him whole again. Instead, he tips his head slightly, answering with the same dry cadence as before.]

Fair enough. I'll give you that. I suppose it's easier to remember the man when he's standing here in front of me.

[At the question, he exhales through his nose, the expression on his bare face more tired than conflicted.]

No mask for the end. It's better this way. If I'm to walk away from all of it... then I'll walk away as myself.