I mean... the suit can do that--I mean I can do that. Slip into the space between realities. Whether that means I can find a way home there is another question... and I'd rather not just go diving into the Bleed without doing some thinking about it.

[ A smile, one she probably remembers. Confidence that's a little too projected and a little too youthful by three or four years for him to be the young man she remembers. ]

I'll figure it out though. Probably.

[ Some of his nerves seeping through. The worry that maybe he won't. That he'll miss Milagro going to middle school. High school. University. Miss her wedding and his family will have another missing son, this one that never comes home. ]