He sits back a little, reaching up to brush her cheek. He is not weeping, but his eyes are bright. "It feels, when I think of it, as if it is inevitable. I cannot make sense of the fact that Galahad and Sagramore know me, know things I have done, but I have not done them. I try not to think of it, to focus on what I have-- what I love, here. Thee. But what if this place should release me?"