Alive. They're all alive. That's fantastic. And Jin Ling would surely be thrilled to have siblings. It will be good for him, help him mature.

This world sounds so wonderful, so much more successful than his own when it comes to his family. Where did his go wrong, he wonders? Except that he can't wonder. It's too dangerous to wonder because it can't be fixed. Any number of little things could have happened to lead up to these differences. He has to avoid thinking about it and he has to avoid blaming himself.

But the black lines on his neck spread slowly over the sides of his face and his hands balled into the sheet on his bed where he sat. "Good. That... that's good. I-It's good. I'm so glad for all of them. And for you. I'm glad."