He will be. You just... need to hold on until then. Else he'll turn this all back around on you, in that way of his... [And hopefully by then she would have stopped replaying it all in her mind. The way his hair turned and his body withered. Wilted. Like his damn morning glories. The flowers he was following just earlier laying crumpled and withered on the low cabinet.] He will be. [Her hand brushes absently against Caesar's shoulder. It's trembling.]