[Jehan knew it wasn't good enough... but what else was there to say? Albert was possibly dead himself, on a ship in the middle of nowhere, suspended in time in a place full of strangers, still a child, with a huge and upsetting revelation recently placed on his shoulders. What could anyone possibly say that would make that even a little better?

Aside from just being there, Jehan didn't know. Not that being here was all that effective either.]

Albert... I know. I'm sorry.

He might still come. It isn't anything I can promise or you can rely on, but. Not all hope is lost.

[Maybe that was the only single thing of comfort he could offer, however much a long shot. He did believe in poetic justice, after all. If having your brothers beside you after death wasn't that, then nothing was.]

You're brave to have faced all of this on your own since arriving.