My sister is the executor of my will, and I hope that she will have taken matters in hand, should events turn out to have occurred similarly in my own world. And I have reason to believe they will, one way or another.

*He doesn't elaborate further. How can he explain that he's seen his own gravestone, and the date on it? That he knows what the inscription will be and who will choose it, and who will ensure that his remains, should there be any, will be laid to rest beside his father? He just shakes his head, then glances up at Kristoph with a half-smile.*

More than tolerable, I suspect, if he claims to hate you for it.

*He takes another drag on his cigarette, watching Kristoph for a while without speaking, then sighs a little*

I wish that I could be so equable about this place, but I can't help but feel that it is not benign. I have seen too many bad things happen to too many people here.

I wish... *But he doesn't finish the sentence, not even entirely sure what he meant to say. He simply shakes his head, looking out of the window again.*

And what about your brother? Does he know?