[The fire of anger this whole thing has stoked in him dies down some at her obvious pain. He steps forward, instinctively attentive and wanting to ease it for her, but stops. He doesn't think he can handle it if she pushes him away, and she...she shouldn't have to.]

You don't mean that.

[She wore her ring after months of fighting and estrangement, after he left her. Now there's one fight and that's it?]

I can talk to you—I am talking to you, you just don't want to hear what I'm saying.

[He could say more. This was written by my dead mother. This is a picture of my dead brother.

No, he can't.]

There is no treasure. There's no Drake. You're seeing things that aren't there.