"No, I suppose not," Errol said, ignoring Preston's confusion. He would be finding many things here confusing in the coming weeks and months, until he found his own balance. "But if we're so inclined, we can choose to change. I've tried." He picked up a book that had been laid down on the counter at some point that morning, taking comfort in the feel of it, the well-read softness of its pages. "I'm trying."