Indeed we will.

[ And that he's happy about, and it's obvious in the softness of his voice, the way his fingers clench around the fabric of their shirt.

But. There's always a "but". ]

What of your family, Siffrin? Of Bonnie?

[ He'll lose them. There's a pause, and once again, surely Siffrin knows exactly what he will say. ]

...Of Isa?

[ You know, Siffrin. The man you love. ]

Surely you hold sadness over what will come to pass. Have you allowed yourself to grasp onto it and feel it in full?