"I know it didn't happen, that your tread turned but-" he swallows roughly.

"There are others - brighter, stronger threads. You, and your friends, in a city far away. You're safe but... it's hard. The winters are cold and there's much fear. People turn you away because of your accent, because of where you're from. But you're together. And you find ways. Things... things get better with time. You are yourselves again."