"Enough of it that I know he'll keep fighting, even if I'm not there."

She makes herself stop fiddling with the necklace, not wanting it to break. If the cord snaps, she can't wear it, and it'll be her fault.

"I know, I know, it's right and proper that him and the others are in that world, and it means I can believe they're alive. Just wish sometimes we could catch up one evening."

Though the tears have long since retreated from where they threatened, the melancholy remains. Of course it does. This is a melancholy conversation.

"But, well. It's better this way."