He just nodded at that, turning to lean back against the counter instead of watching the kettle and waiting for it to boil, as he knew it would be three minutes before then anyway, "Myself as well, though I'm not entirely sure I want to know, not if we were always cut down young." That would leave too many lives cut short, and too many chances for them to have left a life unlived.

He also had to believe, he needed to think that they'd had at least one go round where they'd gotten to die old and happy in their beds, but knowing the life they had now, and the glimpses of the lives they'd had, he wasn't entirely sure he could believe such a thing.