[It has always been easier to find hope for others than himself. His own hope for this place is slight - that it is some natural thing to find himself here, that he has not been raised by darker forces, that death has worked itself as death must - and until she says that last, he has not thought much about the place itself. Now, though...]

We do not know yet what lies beyond this burial ground. [Assuming, of course, that anything does. To say that part feels cruel.] We do not know what manner of place this is.

Take heart, my lady. This may still turn out to be that somewhere nicer.