Even though he cannot remember much of his life Before, he knows that the depth of stars was not this great as the field that covers the sky above them in this moment, now that the last hints of sunset have faded from the western horizon.

"I know I am," he replies. "And I am starting to even believe it, also," he quips, twirling a lock of her hair in his finger. "You have given me more joy and instances of Light and Karma to fill my soul and my heart than I could even imagine possible. I am very grateful for that."