[ She sours when he asks this, and wonders how to break it to him that World War II happened so quickly afterwards, despite all their efforts to make The Great War the very last. ]

Not long enough.

[ She had been angry, for a time. But she will save that for some other time, as there are other matters to attend to. ]

They tell me that the Fates' technology is fickle, and it will send us back home as unexpectedly as it brought us here.

[ And she leans forward, taking his hands in hers, smoothing her thumbs over his palms, savoring the moment as if the memory might have to last for an eternity. ]

But I hope that it is kind, because I'm not ready to say goodbye to you again. I love you. Tell me you knew that.