None of them had handled it well. Eames worse than others. He had bolted even before the funeral, not knowing until nearly a year later that Arthur had left with Cobb. He'd always resented that and yet blamed himself at the same time. He'd made his choices and he had to live with them. And he had, miserable and drunk for a long time but it hadn't done much for him.

"Yeah well... I've avoided a lot of the things I used to do since her death," he admitted in a soft voice. "So they thought maybe I went soft. I know others thought it." He frowned, darkly and looked away. "I wouldn't risk any of you," he muttered.