"Yes, I," she couldn’t half believe it, how handsome he was, how brightly he shone. She couldn’t believe she was here, after so many years of not being able to reminisce for the sheer pain of it, then the secret remembering in the dark, and then the public defense of his name, his image, his story. It took her decades to accept his absence, and longer still to find peace with it. "I took the scenic route, didn’t I?" 