"It's a shame we had to meet like this." She blasts his kneecaps, and then lays a volley into his gut. He's still screaming in pain when Dom finally puts him out of his misery with a quick bullet to the head.

Possession is a two-way street. There is ownership in letting yourself be taken over. After all, a leash is a rope that works both ways, and both ways are about control.

Eames doesn't deal in fractions.

Saito's job referral draws Arthur, Eames, and Ariadne together for an extraction in Finland that proves unexpectedly dangerous and difficult, pushing the three of them past all limits and into a precarious and tender three-cornered relationship. In which Ariadne loses the future she'd planned, Eames loses the past he thought he'd already thrown away, and Arthur loses his distance, secrets are revealed and a dance for two becomes a tango for three.

Arthur won't fuck her inside their dreams. Eames won't touch her outside of them.

She came back for the creation, she stayed for him.

Ariadne will only construct maze settings that logically require Arthur to wear suits, a la the hotel dream layer.

"Who designed this?" Ariadne asks no one in particular, twisting the paper around and tapping her pencil against it. She crosses out the parking lot that snakes between two of the buildings, circling poorly devised staircases. "Too much open space. Why didn't they just draw the projections a map?"

He laughs under his breath, rubbing at the light five o'clock shadow along the line of his jaw. "I designed it."