"I do Arthur. I've never thought of you as anything other then Arthur. Not a criminal or anything. And I knew you were a criminal, if you needed to define that sort of thing. But I always said that didn't make you who you were. Why, feel the need to keep stuff, you think will scare me away? I don't understand. I just assumed you knew none of that mattered to me." She smiled some, knowing now, Eames truly knew the real Arthur. And one day, maybe she would.