"You do not have to be, as long as you live, and want to be remembered, why not be so?" he asked, leaning back against nothing, seeming fearless at the height.

"If all you do is fret that things aren't changing, they aren't likely to change."

He leaned forward, hooking his heels on the rail to free a hand to touch the other's chest. "Trust your heart, trust the who you want to be."

Rhythm gave a thumbs up of agreement.