Blame, or thank, Agnes for that. We might have been a regular kind of family otherwise, but she gave us that perspective, set our sights on the far future. Had us preparing for it.

But— yes. That sounds like a good plan. Do you get tired? I'm tired, after all, but I do live here in Jeopardy. Come on.

[ And Anathema crooks out an arm, and loops it through Gabriel's elbow like they're just a pair of old-fashioned lady and gent out for a stroll — though she does lean against him a bit, he's sturdy like rock, his body inhumanly solid — and they start walking, and he distracts her with stories of heaven. ]