"You were six," Estelle repeats, but the emphasis was different. She has thought long and hard on how she lost her mother. How, if she could do it over again, she would. She knows it wouldn't be the same because of one thing:

"You're not who you used to be, Lucca." She looks sideways at her friend. "You've grown up. You're not the little girl you were then. You can't change the past here--" She assumes, at least. "But you can see how much you've changed."

Her eyes turn back to the machine and Lara in it.

"I think that still means something."