Okay. [She feels like at least they know what they want, it's just a matter of how the hell they're ever going to manage it. What if they go into storage, what if they're transferred away from one another? One of them doesn't make the cut, or whose data is screwed over by this sudden purging? She shudders and holds on tighter still, kissing his neck and holding her cheek to it. She hasn't felt this much sheer panic and despair in a while.]
It has to work out. We know this. It'll be okay. We know it'll be okay.