[His expression gets more serious. He takes what Amos says seriously, but he can't imagine not going back. His eyebrows furrow.]

I suppose I shouldn't. But hope's a strong thing. It gets me through the day sometimes, hope that I'll see Enola's chocolate brown eyes or her curls. That I'll see my mother's smile again.

[He looks up at him.] Hope drives me. Though I would certainly miss people here already.