[As he thinks, he draws in a long inhale of breath and straightens. He hangs back, his reedy weight tethered to the windowsill by the curl of his hand.

Was it worth it? It's not really something he ever thought about, before.]

I think so, [he decides, and he lolls his head so that instead of the ceiling, he's looking at Souda,] good and bad things both happened, but I choose to focus on the good. We made a lot of friends, we're still alive now, we're making more friends here, too.

Bad things will happen, but good will always follow it. That's how my life has always been.