It was an unmodified, unlimited acceptance, an eternal yea.  Jill suddenly had the feeling that Smith would unhesitatingly jump out the window if she told him to - in which belief she was correct; he would have jumped, enjoyed every scant second of the twenty storey drop, and accepted without surprise or resentment the discorporation on impact.  Nor would he have been unaware that such a fall would kill him; fear of death was an idea utterly beyond him.  If a water brother selected for him such a strange discorporation, he would cherish it and try to grok.