[ Dogged is a good way to describe any Arthur. This one obviously doesn't have a whole lot of good humour towards him. Eames wonders if it's because of his relationship with the other Eames. In good or in bad.

It's almost like meeting Arthur again after all these years of knowing him.

It's both lovely and a little disconcerting. He has to remind himself at least twice every five minutes or so that this is not the person who has let him (not so) gracefully into his home. But someone else he has no history with. ]

We definitely are not the same person, him and I, if that is what you're trying to figure out. Our histories are different, yet there are similarities.

I am thirty-four years old if you must know.