[ Oh. He doesn't expect that sentiment to resonate with him quite as much as it does, and Aventurine is left without a response as he's transported back to that place, a wide river, a dark backdrop, a moment between two people. ]

... Someone once told me something similar. That while we can't choose our beginnings, we can at least choose our journeys.

[ Another smile, bittersweet this time. ]

I think you're further ahead of me.