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He hadn't considered that before — subconsciously letting the bad things in. It seemed somewhat unavoidable at times, but that was also when an idle mind had too much to consider. Perhaps it was of no wonder why he had felt in better spirits when he had been traveling, there was simply too many things to see, too many sights and sounds to pay attention. Very much like the present, where those fleeting moments of emotion and memory were just there and gone in an instant.

"I never thought of it that way." He took comfort in that notion that something was out there, protecting them all. If not for that, would their paths have even crossed? Would wanderlust have such a pull if things were far more dangerous? They were not a hunted sort, not as badly any more. "I don't think it sounds too far-fetched either. A little faith in something helps once in a while. I think it makes sense anyway." A grin spread easily onto his features.