Wishes. [Lady are you serious? This whole city has a recurring wish theme going on. His brows furrow and when he finally thinks he grasps what she's talking about he gives her a surprised look.] That only just happened lady. Hadn't been five years. We're talking weeks.

[So not losing five years is a good thing, he supposes, but ever the cynic Frank's not sure where she gained those five years from then. Five years was a bit of time for all that unpleasant shit to have happened. For a while he's not sure what to say. Definitely not 'I'm sorry' - nothing to be sorry for. He's been there, done that. Dead is dead, they ain't coming back. And 'your friend has an island?' seemed a bit ridiculous.]

Dying for you's not the same as dying because of you. [The marine would have wanted people to know that if he'd died in Afghanistan. Not that it matters anymore.] So you came back, thinking you can... wish him back or something?