[ It is not as though she expected it to be a big revelation, but sometimes it helps to hold onto a piece of reality, even if that piece isn't a particularly pleasant one. She nods, allowing herself to smile. She doesn't know what happens now. Perhaps the dream will eventually fade, and they will both wake; but she intends to stay until the very end.

Until he feels like he belongs. ]

We must live on for them.

[ That's the obvious answer, isn't it? ]

I know that neither of us are doing what we ever expected to be doing. We have carved a new destiny in a new world that was unexpectedly thrust upon us. ...But I have to believe that we still carry a little piece of them in all that we do, and that one day, we will both wake, ready to make our world a better place.

We will leave our own mark on the world, and Lord van Zieks...

[ She turns to look at him then, admiring the scar on his face that still persists, even in this form. ]

They will be proud.