"You're not--" Eames frowns and looks aside at Arthur, his expression almost pained. Looking back at Nancy, he just looks sad and tired, "you're never going to have that with him, some part of you must know that."

And that's to say nothing of what a man like him would do to a child in his home. She's living in a fantasy, and Eames is just going to accept all over again he'll never be able to make her see the reality of her life.