[It's not a nuance he misses, either — that the answer should've been they do, and in fact what he was offered was, you do.]

'Tis not that I'm unwilling, always. But...

[He closes his eyes.]

I worry sometimes that what you want is an elf from your own star. That wanting my life extended is — that I would be a sufficient replacement for someone else, if only some few small adaptations could be made. That — 'tis not really about more time with me. I fear sometimes I never know how much of your feelings are really about me or if...if I just fill a void well.