At the very least, he and Anwei come from polar opposite dystopias, in that way. Hers is a world of luxury without value, of wanton waste and frivolity and carelessness. His is a world of want and need, of every drop of rain and every calorie mattering, the catastrophic aftershadow of carelessness. Ironic how two different backgrounds made them so similar.

"It might not be any rebalancing at all," he reminds her. "We may not get anything. I guess there could be world results."

He shrugs. "You can make a garden of them. Zou'd probably help you. I keep thinking I should start a garden but I'm pretty sure I'd just dig the seeds back up and eat them, so."