It would take something as massive as a planet-altering rift to pull you away from me. Luckily, I've got a tight grip.

[ Jesper's always good for a joke even at the very end. He'll be joking until his last breath, whether that's in the next day or in sixty years from now. He really hopes it's the latter, it'd be nice to hope for decades of working on the commune with his lovers, and gray hair for each of them. But he's an optimist. He knows what he wants to hope for. ]

To any of us! But think about it, if all goes well, we'll have saved several worlds. We'll be heroes! That'd be funny.

[ He's not the hero type, as far as he's concerned. Jesper's a screw up and a rogue, or at least he was before he came here, and then he became - gross - respectable and honorable. Still, the title of a hero would be something he'd boyishly use to crow about his own achievements, while secretly not thinking he should actually get the title. But it'll be true. They're risking a lot to save worlds. Everything.

Jesper reaches out with his free hand to caress Claude's cheek affectionately. ]

If we do live, what do you think is next? Are you going to help your handsome boyfriend start a commune or run off on an adventure or two?