If she hates me, then we'll just go somewhere else. We can move to America. Or France, and be near Polnareff. She can hate me from half a world away, like Jiji hates my dad.

[A future. A plan for the future, for all of them, because they all have a future now. They're all going to move forward into it, together.

It startles him a little, to realize how much he really wants that. To look back on the last time he'd arrived in Lunatia and remember how empty the prospect of the future had seemed, just a bleak darkness ahead and sharp thorns behind and his whole body and soul too exhausted to want to move another inch.

Now he craves it. He wants it so bad he can taste it. He wants Kakyoin and Adrian with him. They can all be happy, he's sure of it.]

American universities won't care about entrance exams. Adrian's going to need a fake identity anyway. We'll fake all your records, too.

[These aren't even real plans; they're just dreams. Whimsy, babbled on the edge of laughter, because it finally feels okay to laugh again.]