[He makes a slight ambivalent gesture.]

Crueler than a fence post. My sister cautions me not to underestimate her. It doesn’t matter, though, if we’re all already dead.

But aye, my sister is well, to my knowledge. She prefers home these days. Misses our father, misses our brothers, as I do. But we are both happy to have those stones all around us, when we can.

I wonder if the two cousins here feel the same about their city.