Jacob nods, walking alongside the man in silence for a little while. It's a rare treat, and he's not sure anything he can say in that moment will do anything- he can only hope that should they ever end up back in their own worlds, Connor does find his people. Just as he hopes Charles finds his.

But that will mean, one day, that they're all split up again. Jacob knows that when he was home, he had no memory of them. He doesn't want to go through that again, no matter how selfish that makes him.

They near the village, and he can hear voices, children playing, adults talking. It sounds... happy.