[Part of him wants to say "and good riddance to that fake sorcerer," but he refrains. Instead, Edmond sighs, trying to find the right words.]

They say the body is finite, but the soul, infinite. Even if our bodies have perished... we are still alive in this sense of our souls.

...We'll find a way back, somehow.

[He hesitates only a moment, before parting completely from the egg he's been touching in order to take Yakumo's hands in his own, ignoring the way that their gemstones resonate. It doesn't linger, for both their sakes, so all he does is give his hands a gentle squeeze before retracting his touch. Loathe(?) as he is to pull away.]

I'm sure of it.