"I think I miss the idea of them more than anything," Dutch murmurs, drawing a window and dotting some stars that she can remember looking out on and wanting to travel to when she'd been younger. It's one of those things that she's glad she stuck to, one of those ambitions that she's pleased came true.

"I don't remember too much about them these days." That was intentional. After she'd gone to the harem, she'd tried to put them out of her mind. They were better off and she was supposed to have been better off. After she'd gotten out of the harem, she hadn't sought them out and she doesn't regret that.

"They're still alive, as far as I know," Dutch tells him, sighing. "I still don't think, if I'm able to get back home, that I would ever go to them. They're better off."