In this instance he would go inside himself to the land where he and his sister had grown up, where he, rather, they had already begun to prepare for their children. The invisible generation still waiting to appear, they were to tend all the familiar things.
But inside it was not the kind of place he could look at or walk past--instead it was a blue coil reverberating with a chill tone. This was forgiveness. He might've had a field of hearts to share this choice, all for naught. He spent those moments, that evening, choking on the one he had.