There's pieces to pick up. [ Hargrove. Price. ] But . . .

Carolina. Maine. York. Even Tucker. [ A breath, finally slowing in their random stroll to nowhere, just looking out across the mountains. It's nice, here, and as much as he never minded the winter, it's nice to see a different side of Barrayar. He's staying, after all. ] They matter more. You matter more, too.

And you're all here.