[Daisy looks off to the side for a moment as memories bubble to the surface. Personal conversations that she's had with Andy, about what immortality is like for her.]

That sounds lonely.

[She says, sympathy seeping into her tone.]

All of the people you know, eventually dying, and you can't be there with them in their final moments. Because if they're lucky enough to live to an old age, they would notice that you don't age.

[And because maybe he needs to know to understand...]

I knew people like you.