He listens avidly. These are names, people he hasn't thought about since he came here. Or rather he had, but not in this sense, not in the sense that the world had moved on ten years without him, or with him, according to L.L. He's still not sure what to think about that.

But he had been careful not to think, when he had believed the requiem either failed because of his death or somehow succeeded. He hadn't let himself think of what had become of those he thought friends. Anya.

Honestly he had assumed her killed in that final battle, it was hard to believe anyone had survived at all. Her and Orange having an orange farm, her being an aunt, going to university.

Her smiling in a photo. He's very still for a moment. "I'm glad. She... It's hard to imagine her in a world at peace." But he's glad she found a place in it.

"Gino... I mean... I don't know. What happened to anyone. I thought Kallen killed me... Did she survive?" Gino and Kallen had hated him at the end, but he still...

They deserved peace as well.