Then it is good that you have been so promoted, si? These small luxuries are a very terrible thing to forget. [There are things he's forgetting - missing - already. The experience of the opera. His brother's entertainingly impotent taunting. The feel of fresh skin on his scars. They fade so fast. By the month's end they might all be gone - but they're making port soon. He can deal with the latter, certainly. He'll have time.]