[Lio isn't sure he believes it either, but it's the one scrap of something resembling hope that he has to cling to. If it isn't true, by now he likely has no world to go back to. And the voices beyond the window are adamant that they're here now.

He sighs and manages a small, grateful smile.]

Thanks. I hope so too. But it's not just me, right? I bet homesick is pretty common.

[He finally turns his back on the window entirely, taking a breath.] Have you seen one of these storms before?