"I know it'll turn out just fine," she assured him.
"How do you–"
Before he could try and question the words of the maternal figure before him, he stopped himself as he already knew.
"Right…Yeah, it'll be fine," he nodded, returning his own smile to his lips, "I'll do my best to make sure of that, so don't worry about me."
"Now, that's a bit too much to ask of your mother, don't you think?" She chuckled.
"Yeah, probably," he smiled.
Standing up alongside his mother, he looked down at the bony hands of his previous body, which were held by his parent's own. For some reason, his own hands which he had grown to despise so much in their sickly appearance, no longer seemed as bad.
I have to do this. I can't stay here–I have to go, he thought.
"Well…I have to go now," he said.
"Mhm," his mother nodded knowingly with a small smile.
