Jenny hardly knew what she asked or who it was of. Yet her thoughts were peerlessly, faithfully hopeful, without fault, still.

She wouldn't live as long as him of that he was mostly certain. Longer than humans, but not as long. Regardless of if she figured out space and time in the way her thought shivered around her home, and especially her father, time still caught up eventually to her and her twelve chances.

While it would run forever from him.

Her question while a comfort to her long time made him innate aware of her still shorter time.

Edward's expression was quietly composed, as he rose from his chair after turning the shuttle off, and said quietly, headed for the door. "You do seem rather determined to have it so."