That is something I couldn't answer. My...people, we're more afraid to end than perhaps we should be. We don't have anywhere kind or peaceful for our dead. They just stop, and oftentimes we don't forgive them for leaving us behind. If I were a hero I might tell you it was wrong, but I've never been that. I'd barge through any gate between me and mine.
My wife has yet to fall from the branch, even if I haven't seen her in some time, and she is a much harder bloom to crush than I could ever hope to be. But my August...she is worth everything. I've spent...more than I thought I had, trying to find her again.