The question cut him, but he did not show it outwardly; Yuri smiled faintly. "Yeah, I do, but it was easier to forget after Gwawr went to France. But sometimes people light candles for their children in the church under the statue of the Madonna, and I think about it- how could I not? It's like spinning... just wild, aimless spinning, where I move but I never go anywhere." His fingers crawled up the sides of the glass, the condensation bunching on his fingertips, and he observed her motions through the transparent material. The significance was lost on him. "It must be a relief to be away from the place you lived there- that's how it was for me, surrounded by the memories."