Those fine words had always felt like a cage to Wilhelm. His family's history dictated his future; his life had to follow a script set by someone else. He says nothing about that, though, as he twirls the plucked flower between his fingers. Instead, he thinks about when he dreamed he was a god of evolution, and understood deep in his bones that everything new grows from what was before.

"Oh, yeah. I know Jon. He was one of the first people I met here. I didn't know you were his sister."

Though he could tell that they were close. And now that she mentions it, he seems to recall her name popping up in Jon's recollections of childhood. With so much happening, he'd half forgotten.