[ He remembers Vin researching. Books and pages spread out on her floor in a fan around her, while she pieced knowledge together. It had been one of the strangest things he’d ever seen. Then she’d looked up at him, seen him with short hair and a uniform, and thought he was strange.

That had been so long ago. His fingers trail over the screen, tracing the shape of her face as though if he tried hard enough, he could touch it. He’s not that lucky. ]

Are you? Well, I’m glad. I always thought that when you were stuck, the answer was found in a book. Now I know you’ll be all right. You’ll find what you need.

[ His smile probably gives away how serious he’s not. He knows Vin will be all right because she’s Vin, because she always finds a way. And because she always wins, even when she loses. His wife is rather impressive. He’s quite proud. ]

And I’ll find you, Vin. Somehow, I will. I’ll find you properly, one of these days.