"Yeah. No authority." He adds, sleepily. Luka probably wouldn't fare well in a society so lacking in structure, but thinking about that now was just too complicated. "It will be nice. Like living in the garden."

The garden, for all the nasty revelations that had been revealed to him there, was a welcome retreat from the real world. If their new world could be like that, Luka imagines he'd be pretty happy.

"I'll come visit you all the time and sing for you at your camp."