"Mm. Little by little..."

Hindsight... it is a cruel thing, in Vincent's opinion. To look back and know all that you would and could have done differently.

"Rebuilding is a slow process..."

And it is constantly hindered by things from the past coming back to bite them. Not that it matters right now, of course, not while they're here. Vincent closes his eyes and slowly sinks backwards onto the grass, lying down and opening his eyes again to look up at the sky.

"And some wounds never heal..."