[Hot water. Beckett lets out a weak laugh.] I'm that easy these days, aren't I?

[It isn't a good thing. But that's not Kunsel's fault - he sees what the other man is trying to do. It's a kindness, however off-mark its aim. The least he can do is be sincere in response.]

I'm not sure how much of a help I can be to you. I'm... not what I was. I can't say how much strength I have for this anymore, never mind anything like hope.