[ Considering every single sylvari to exist is his younger sibling...they kind of are replaceable. There are so many whose names he doesn't know, people he doesn't know even exist. In another life, Susato could very well be among those he didn't know personally, and it would be the same.

As she mentions home, he nods. His eyes drift out over the garden, taking in the sounds and the smells. ]

I think we have. We all bring parts of our selves and our homes with us when we awaken here, and we use our pasts to carve out new places for ourselves. And some people happen to slot in beside us.

[ Some people he's formed close bonds with. Some have become passing acquaintances, and some people he's met later have settled in as though they've belonged there forever.

He looks back to Susato. ]

We're lucky.